Librarians Kill For That Kind of Quiet Songtext

This is a complex heart-to heart
So I won't say that I can't defend my art with this lack of restraint
So I'm slipping into the stained glass of this muscle memory
With my lungs like an index, I'll be wading through context clues
And the things I should say, like "I wish I was brave enough to say this to you"
But the effort it would place on a lasting impression
I'll be a footnote if I can't defend my art
I can't defend my art, I can't defend my art
I can't defend it
You could only teach me the words