Subjected To Change

And nothing's coming out
There  simply aren't enough words to go around
Make  it up, write it down
Pretend it went unheard
Because you don't agree with my use of the word
I  have mine and you have yours
You  have yours

Everything I say is nothing
And  nothing I say is anything
I'd like to show you what I mean
But I'm sick of talking to your answering machine

The time it takes
For  two people like us to communicate
I do not know what you're trying to say
So I pretend it went unheard
Eliminate unwanted words
Package it well, keep it secure
Kept secure

Everything I say is nothing
And nothing I say is anything
I'd like to show you what I mean
But I'm sick of talking, sick of talking
I'm sick of talking, sick of talking
I'm sick of talking
I'm sick of talking
I'm sick of talking