[Verse 1]
Slow down we can talk it out
We'll back-track, relax and track it down
How I carve out a space for this
To hold a job and have a hobby that’s expensive as it is
My neighbors all complain about the noise I make
I piped down and I haven't made a peep though
But I've found my voice in this random noise
So sit back now and welcome to the peep show

[Chorus]
I've been making up words
At the top of my lungs
At the tip of my tongue
Ease up, and leave me some, yeah
I've been making up words
'Cause there aren't any more

[Verse 2]
Untwist from the sounds of it
I've missed half the point but I got the gist, now I
Now I know what my next step is
Find the perfect words if they exist
Is it, is it words for love? Or is it words for pain?
And do I stop when they sound the same?
Or is it better that I pander to people who will listen
Or do I pivot, go 180, just to prove I can be different?