It Goes Without Saying
Tech Honors, James Webster
I try my best
Try to express
But it’s a strain
It’s my own brain
We both know sincerity’s not my game
So it always goes without saying
It’s embedded in irony
And fragile masculinity
It’s always here preventing me
From saying what I really mean
Oh no, oh no, oh no…
The sincere is not my domain
So it always goes without saying
But when I die
Please recognize
That I have tried
To tell and to show
That you mean more to me than you know
In a kingdom of one
If I have you I’m not alone