Angle of Attack
He said, I think I still love you
I said, stop it
He said, but I think I really do
I said, drop it
Baby, I can read you like a novel
That’s why I’m always busy
I hate to see you grovel
But honestly, you make me dizzy
No I’m not sure the time of day,
Or if you left your coat
I’m not sure how much more clearly I can convey
I need you like I need a sore throat
I put out my hand,
But you just watched me hit the ground
I have never been so happy
That you’re not around
The only way you can knock me down
Is with your fist
Your actions might be cruel
But I can resist
You don’t need to think of me as an equal
But you damn sure better treat me like one
I don’t need to star in Your Mess: the sequel
You’re nearsighted, and I’m lookin' at the long run
I trust you just about as much as I trust my father
With a bottle of Jack
You’re planning fake apologies,
But I’ve laid out my angle of attack.
Take a couple big steps back
Like you’re at the business end of my gun
How many times do I have to tell you
I am over you, I’m done
12/03/2010