He swallows the sharp of my words
And spits them right back out at me
And it is now that I realize
That my tongue
Is a wonderful glass smith
That even though I'm right
I'm still mean
And it's taken me a long time to realize
That just because I can
Doesn't mean I should
I cannot flaunt my right
It's not the kind of flag I want to fly
And it seems to me
That he's turning me into somebody sharper
Somebody tougher than I was before
He always leaves me wanting more
Even if it's really
Really
Not good for me
