This conversation
has grown old.
I mean that
quite literally.
It's a wrinkled conversation.
A wrinkled conversation.
It's grown old
quite literally.
What do you do with the
wrinkled conversation?
Do you throw it out
like an overripe peach?
What do you do with a
wrinkled conversation,
do you gobble it up
like a wrinkly prune?
The wrinkled conversation
wants you to do
something with it
so we'll be through with
that wrinkled conversation.
That overripe stuff.
The wrinkled conversation
that steals our guts.
Our guts spill out.
Our secrets scream loud.
We can't keep what's inside quiet now.
The wrinkled conversation,
it overgrew us.
It surrounds us,
covers us,
wants to eat us.
It's over ripe and it’s over bold.
We need to get rid of it I'm told.
An over-ripe conversation wrinkly stuff
What do we do with all this fuss?
What will we do?
What will we say
when we don't want
to even say hey?
And that's why it's
an overripe conversation.
It's wrinkly and old
cuz we won't touch it.
That's why it's
a wrinkled conversation.
It's wrinkled and it's old
cuz we won't touch it.