Furniture

This is a song with no words
But no one can hear the missing
They just look at my mouth
And look at my mouth and say
Hey man, I know where you're coming from (yeah.. bullshit!)
Furniture has no say in life
It was made to be used by people
How many times have you felt like a bookcase
Sitting in a living room gathering dust
Full of thoughts already written? (how 'bout now?)
This is a song with no words
No one can hear the missing
You can see my mouth and see that it's moving
I think you already know where I'm coming from
Right here