Tumbleboy

I dropped your voice
It fell through the cracks in the floor
Reminds me of the run-up for
The way I keep rotting the apples
There are many
Tumbles I perform
Tumbles you ignore
I'm your headache
But still you don't wish me away
Tell you again
That I'm the luckiest boy
'Cause there are many
Tumbles I perform
Tumbles you ignore
Tumbles and then more
Drip, drip
And then more
Half of what I've done
Half the words I've sung
Are interchangeable
With the make up of your eyes
When you see through my disguise
Half of what I wrote
Half the thoughts I spoke
Are barely legible
And just the last more tumble
I just tumble