Lack Of Things To Talk About Lyrics

i called you today,
i must have called you a hundred times.
the sea of noise is a ringing in my
ear as my lips conceal secrets
things i could never tell. god,
i can't die these little deaths,
not again. as the moths eat
away the fabric of my stomach,
this is just a bit to familiar.
this beautiful lie,
this one fraudulent crime.
and you won't answer anyway.
cause i know if you ever did,
i would have a lack of things to talk about.
or i'd just lie.