inarticulate

I feel so

Inar-inar-inar-inar-inar-inar-inar-inarticulate

Gotta feeling, gotta feeling, gotta feeling, like I'm paralyzed

In the worst way

Well, my inarticulate store-bought hangover hobby kit, it talks

And it says, "You, oh, you are so cool"

I want you

Since when were you so generous and inarticulate

I want you

Beyond electric dreams

Of inarticulate passion plays

Coming down a mountain

The feeble, the ghastly upon whom death had placed a very sure hand

Some in shreds and patches, reeling inarticulate

Full of noisy and inordinate vivacity

But I ended up a thorn in your side with my prickling pride

And inarticulate drive

All you wanted was a glimmer of hope

and you'll be there for a while and I'll be there for a while

Finding my own inarticulate prose

Weirding out strangers and laughing at those

She said, "Are you only half alive or

have you always been this inarticulate?"

Oh... you're so special

Helplessly trying to speak and park

My inarticulate thoughts

What's your motive, what's your goal?

Kept the streets wicked late at night

I loved you and your inarticulate rage

Your heart beating against time, pressed to my face

Between me and the window's pane

From my inarticulate brain it brings

But all of the fog is erased

Coming from the other room

Being inarticulate too, talking it out

You have mine

'Cause now you say that you're sick, but I think you're just bored

With my jumbled words so inarticulate, your inattentiveness

But I told you one time we were two twisted vines, green and inseparable