Don't Ask Me to Explain It

I say I'm fine like It's automatic Like it doesn't even mean anything But my chest feels way to loud sometimes For something that's supposed to mean nothing I don't really know how to explain it right So I just don't try most of the time It's easier just to let it sit in me Than turn it into words and lines People think I'm just quiet, whatever Like it's just how I am all the time But it's more like I'm holding too much And nothing comes out organized I smile when I probably shouldn't Just so it doesn't get weird or deep But I can feel everything stacking up Even when I'm half asleep And I hate that I still can't say it Without sounding wrong or small So I leave it unfinished in my head And pretend I don't feel at all And It's still there when I stop talking Still there when everything goes quiet Like it didn't need permission from me To stay this loud inside it.