Consequence of Sounds Regina Spektor

[Verse 1]
My rhyme ain't good just yet
My brain and tongue just met
And they ain't friends, so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair
And tend to go nowhere
They grow right back inside
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories
Nutrition values
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels

[Chorus]
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds

[Verse 2]
Got a soundtrack in my mind
All the time, kids
Screamin' from too much beat up
And they don't even rhyme
They just stand there, on a street corner
Skin tucked in
And meat side out and shoutin'
I'd like to turn them down
But there ain't no knob
Born into picket fences
Not into picket lines
All this hippie-shit's for the 60's
Another cliché in our time, but
What if one of these days your heart
Will just stop ticking
And they sorta just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking?