i called you today,nni must have called you a hundred times.nnthe sea of noise is a ringing in mynnear as my lips conceal secretsnnthings i could never tell. god,nni can't die these little deaths,nnnot again. as the moths eatnnaway the fabric of my stomach,nnthis is just a bit to familiar.nnthis beautiful lie,nnthis one fraudulent crime.nnand you won't answer anyway.nncause i know if you ever did,nni would have a lack of things to talk about.nnor i'd just lie.