Dense

When you speak my blood turns to lava
Your words are too simple for my complex mind
I don't understand the childlike essence of your word
It stings my ears to hear you ramble eternally about nothing as though it is the most important thing in the world

Do you take anything seriously?
Is the ever a point when your world is not roses sunshine and chill
Why do you care so much about all thing that mean nothing to you as though they are you the first last and only?
Why do our see my age as something to celebrate as though we are children with less than a care in the world?

You know too little about me to judge me and far to much to NOT UNDERSTAND my temperment
So do you thing constantly asking the same question will receive a different answer or change my mood
Or do you just like the sound of yourr own voice?