Librarians Kill For That Kind Of Quiet

[Verse]
This is a complex heart-to-heart
So I won't say that I can't defend my art with this lack of restraint
So I'm slipping into the stained glass of this muscle memory
With my lungs like an index, I'll be wading through context clues
And things I should say like, "I wish I was brave enough to say this to you."
But the effort it would place on a lasting impression
I'll be a footnote if I can't defend my art
If I can't defend my art
If I can't defend my art
I can't defend it

[Chorus]
You could only teach me the words
I could never learn how to say it
I think I've had enough of the worst
Of the things I just take for granted
You could only teach me the words
I could never learn how to say it
I think I've had enough of the worst
Of the things I just take for granted