Syllables - first draft of new song

Hey.

Been cleaning house a lot lately, music-in-my-head-wise.

Songs I started to write decades ago, but was never confident enough to finish 'em.

This song's title was based on one of the first  plays I wrote in college:  Syllables.  Language has always fascinated me.  Its ability to cloud reason, trigger deep, primordial responses.   I'm a bit of a drunk walrus with words, and I like tweaking them around.  It's why I do what I do.

Lyrics:

To the untrained eye
you think that I'm broken, on my knees
lacking intuition
barely listening
Better hold on tight
you're never gonna know the blow
that knocks you down
fills your mouth with copper
that's what I'm talkin' bout.

Chorus
And all I've known
are syllables you press upon me
more sound than sense
those syllables you press upon me

2nd Verse
For a moment, weakness
your body looks good and ripe
I won't give in , though
damn your beauty
masking hate
I'm such a fool to know you
oh, release me from torment
what other wretch could love you
tell me truthfully

what other wretch could love you
tell me truthfully

Chorus

Bridge
And it's coming out of the woodwork
your admission all your words were noise, fickle poise
'Stead of  "sorry" , you laugh, such a rude quirk
Any one could see I loathe you, love you
Leave me

3rd Verse
This bitter game
this heart of mine
this bond's been broken
what have I done
an errant choice
this pain, awoken
and you don't stop the grieving if the grieving is hard
don't stop the grieving if the grieving is all that's true
stop the grieving if the grieving is all that's left of you
and you don't stop the grieving if the grieving is hard
don't stop the grieving if the grieving is all that's true
stop the grieving if the grieving is all that's left of you

Chorus