I think I am silent because you are silent.
I think I dont smile enough because I am afraid to be happy.
I think I only fuck because making love now seems childish.
I think I am afraid to see that after all this bouncing around like a pin ball I dont really want to go back anymore.
and that leaves me speechless because if I dont want you anymore, then what the hell do I want now?
I think you were always right, I never know what I want, perhaps this is why I always come back because you always seem to know this better than me.