| The lines across your face are drawn with hate
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| Cause I’m drawn to someone else
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| (Looks like you could use a little sleep)
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| I had some I didn’t mention
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| You caught me coming late (framed by the door)
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| Onto a floor that’s freshly waxed
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| And hides my tracks and raises
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| Some important questions
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| I ask you to be nice — it has no effect
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| And I suspect that you suspect
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| But didn’t I say feelings are the last things to make themselves felt?
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| Don’t make me explain myself — you don’t need to know
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| What’s going on in my big head right now
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| It could appear that I should have a statement prepared, but
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| Don’t make me open my big mouth
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| The words come quickly I feel sick
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| I use that for an excuse to exit
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| Looks like you don’t buy it
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| And I’m trying your patience
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| But what I leave unsaid sticks in my head
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| The guilt puts me in a spotlight
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| Looks like I might reveal
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| You’re not my sole engagement
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| I ask you to shut up — it’s as I didn’t
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| Know myself I wish you didn’t
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| Know that I can’t turn back, but I didn’t plan to tell you that
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| Don’t make me explain myself — you don’t need to know
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| What’s going on in my big head right now
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| It could appear that I could want to defend me, but
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| Don’t make me open my big mouth
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| You tell me to get out — I can’t get out of it
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| And I wish that we both could split
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| But splitting doesn’t mean the end of the backlash that I couldn’t defend
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| Don’t make me explain myself — you wouldn’t like what you find
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| Inside my, inside my big head
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| It could appear that I would want to reassure your doubts
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| Don’t make me open my big mouth
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| Don’t make me, don’t make me
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| Don’t make me, don’t make me
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| Don’t make me open my big mouth |