Lyrics The Mayfield Four

The Mayfield Four

Shuddershell

To me you are the warmest season

You have always been the brighest sun

These cliches will not be spoken

I'd choke on my lead tongue

So self-aware it's a burden

Forever crippled by the tendency

Please evict me from this shuddershell

So I can speak

This is so frustrating

I don't know what I'm saying

This loss for words seems to burrow deeper everyday

I'm so misunderstood

Cannot relay the good That's stranded deep inside

'Cause next to you... I'm at a loss for words

Don't confuse this for confession

Or as a plea for sympathy

It's just a window to soul bound

By all my insecurity