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.