Wired Shut

whispering sweet nothings in my ear is a bitter pill to swallow thankful for running water and carbonation in brown bottles it's not a addiction it's a must have on hand to wash off dirt can't stand filthy lies coming out the mouth of loving eyes a devil in disguise trying to change my mind to check the box x marks the spot I think I'll leave it blank in the square when you stare I feel the raise of hair the grit of teeth the clutch of fist "I get pissed" and twist the cap off and sprain my wrist in the process of turning my identity into another entity if anybody ask me why "I wasn't myself" would be the reply case and point got a Jew in a suit on layaway in layman's terms I'll beat the case and walkaway but until then I can't listen to another word you have to say otherwise I'll have to plead my case in a court of law for breaking a jaw catching an asault "don't piss me off"