This Song Will Remain Untitled Forever

When we come to learn of love and hate will we still breathe our Indiana air,
Or will we walk with our disgusting little atom bomb of logic?

You know i want to know what you think i thought you want to know about me so that i can find out what you thought my secrets were.

If time heals all then why am i still waiting to find peace in what i knew.
When conscience calls and perfect parts are tampered by these stuttered words that took so long to reach you.
My mind, it scribbles fiction and draws on what should never had been said to you.

So speak to me, and talk to me.