we both got mad. we both behaved badly.
if i soften my heart and open my mouth to speak,
i'm worth listening to.
if i take the time to put my thoughts in an honest line,
i'm worth listening to.
it seems a soundproof, insulated world
in which you dwell.
pointing purposefully toward some kind of truth
behind the stories that you tell.
you hung up. now i can breathe.
bite back the vinegar tears of fear and disbelief.
you got the impression i needed a lesson
taught to me
don't want no mercenary teacher,
false guru preacher playing sleight of hand with me.