The Library of Babel

Four words in my hands are shaking, eyes are faking
But it won't be right

Cheap vacation nights I'm phony, body's bony
In the camera light

It's New York so everyone wears black
And acts like they don't see my eyes

Lately seems the more I know you, the more I owe you
The less I trust myself

You lay awake in silence
Wonder if I'm sleeping next to you
Often when I see you walking
Hope that you don't see me, but you do

You wouldn't be caught talking too much
Talking too much, talking too much

You wouldn't be caught talking too much
Talking too much, talking too much

You wouldn't be caught talking too much
Talking too much, talking too much

You wouldn't be caught talking too much
Talking too much, talking too-