How to Talk
Someone taught me how to read
Shapes on paper, alphabet blocks
Piling higher till they reach the ceiling
Till they've lost all meaning
I thought I could spell my way out of anything
I'll go and grab a pencil
Writing lines of gibberish
Someone taught me how to speak
But no one taught me how to talk
How to think of things to say
I don't understand the rules
I'm a child wearing adult clothes
I can't walk down the street
I trip over my feet, oh
Someone taught me how to sing
Notes on paper, that's middle C
I don't like how people have to hear me
My music has no meaning
I thought I could lie my way out of anything
What I had for breakfast
Who I'd be if I had time to reinvent myself
Someone taught me how to speak
But no one taught me how to talk
How to think of things to say
I don't understand the rules
I'm a child wearing adult clothes
I can't walk down the street
I trip over my feet, oh
Someone taught me how to speak
But no one taught me how to talk
How to think of things to say
I don't understand the rules
I'm a child wearing adult clothes
I'm microwaved, reheated
I'm a piece of meat, yeah
I'm a piece of
Please and thank you, how are you
The weather's awful, I like your new shoes
We must do this again sometime,
Good morning, afternoon, oh
Shapes on paper, alphabet blocks
Piling higher till they reach the ceiling
Till they've lost all meaning
I thought I could spell my way out of anything
I'll go and grab a pencil
Writing lines of gibberish
Someone taught me how to speak
But no one taught me how to talk
How to think of things to say
I don't understand the rules
I'm a child wearing adult clothes
I can't walk down the street
I trip over my feet, oh
Someone taught me how to sing
Notes on paper, that's middle C
I don't like how people have to hear me
My music has no meaning
I thought I could lie my way out of anything
What I had for breakfast
Who I'd be if I had time to reinvent myself
Someone taught me how to speak
But no one taught me how to talk
How to think of things to say
I don't understand the rules
I'm a child wearing adult clothes
I can't walk down the street
I trip over my feet, oh
Someone taught me how to speak
But no one taught me how to talk
How to think of things to say
I don't understand the rules
I'm a child wearing adult clothes
I'm microwaved, reheated
I'm a piece of meat, yeah
I'm a piece of
Please and thank you, how are you
The weather's awful, I like your new shoes
We must do this again sometime,
Good morning, afternoon, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Georgina Mary West
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