After All ft. Justin Mola

Searching what to say to fill the space of this idle talk

Insecurity and a healthy dose of writer's block

Mind is going blank but it feels more like a rifle shot

It forces you to step back and reflect on all of the time we got

But I just don't have the words like an infant's dissertation

Introvert, extravert, aversion to simple conversation

Funny how so many can just speak up without hesitation

Like people drawn to Jesus' word that formed into a congregation

Never has a man ever spoken like this

While the thought of speaking hits me like blow to the ribs

Whole skeleton is shaking as if I've got a bone to pick

Knot in the throat getting tighter like an Ellington note riff