Lack of Things to Talk About Lyrics

A lack of things to talk about
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 die
I would have
A lack of things to talk about
Or i'd just lie