Gravel

Did you lick a dirty sidewalk?
Cause I hear gravel when you speak
Words like rocks inside a tumbler
But they don't mean anything

Days or weeks could pass by
And I'd still mull over your speech
But I'd find nothing of meaning
Nothing good for me

If I put my headphones on
Would your sounds be gone?
Would I no longer
Have to ponder upon?
Your quirky little comments
Your hurtful word vomits
That I never ever asked to receive

You say
Everything
That I don't need
To hear
And it's hurtful, my dear

You cut me with your edges
Always jagged to the touch
Never a close moment
Where you didn't draw first blood

Settled in a habit
Of invincibility
Safe up on your horse so tall
While I'm trampled underneath

If I put my headphones on
Would your sounds be gone?
Would I no longer
Have to ponder upon?
Your quirky little comments
Your hurtful word vomits
That I never ever asked to receive

You say
Everything
That I don't need
To hear
And it's painful, my dear

Did you lick a dirty sidewalk?
Cause I hear gravel when you speak
Words like rocks inside a tumbler
But they don't mean anything