I Know From A Lesser Tribe

I Suppose The Range Of My Intelligence

Is Way Too Wide

And You Don't See Me

'cause I Don't Have Much To Say

My Emotional Outlet

Is Consuming The Better Part Of Me

And Apart From The Wrong Words

A Tortured Cry Is Making Me See

That You Don't See Me

'cause I Don't Have Much To Say

Hours And Hours Fo Jealousy

Are Passing Me By

Although Hollow Silence

Is The Only Wave

Going Through Your Brain

And You Don't See Me

'cause I Don't Have Much To Say