Silent bombs and ashtrays

Ive been working on a frankness
that teeters from my tung
But these days are loud
and I have no song to be sung
So I tuck it in, bite it as it were
my mouth bleeds, sure
but there is nothing to be done
if i cant sing, ill gargle and swallow
putting back that blood into my lung
And you will see me smile
see me shake your hand and wink
tell all my truths, rejoice and have a ball
being frank as i can, who isn't me at all