This conversation

has grown old.

I mean that

quite literally.

It's a wrinkled conversation.

A wrinkled conversation.

It's grown old

quite literally.

What do you do with the

wrinkled conversation?

Do you throw it out

like an overripe peach?

What do you do with a

wrinkled conversation,

do you gobble it up

like a wrinkly prune?

The wrinkled conversation

wants you to do

something with it

so we'll be through with

that wrinkled conversation.

That overripe stuff.

The wrinkled conversation

that steals our guts.

Our guts spill out.

Our secrets scream loud.

We can't keep what's inside quiet now.

The wrinkled conversation,

it overgrew us.

It surrounds us,

covers us,

wants to eat us.

It's over ripe and it’s over bold.

We need to get rid of it I'm told.

An over-ripe conversation wrinkly stuff

What do we do with all this fuss?

What will we do?

What will we say

when we don't want

to even say hey?

And that's why it's

an overripe conversation.

It's wrinkly and old

cuz we won't touch it.

That's why it's

a wrinkled conversation.

It's wrinkled and it's old

cuz we won't touch it.