From the recording Saturdays
Lyrics
It’s no coincidence, we have this argument,
About the places I go, the people that I know
And I don’t disagree, that they’re bad for me,
But I don’t believe there’s any consequence
It feels so good, to hear you yell at me,
& you’re so loud, that my bones won’t stop shaking
So, you’re mad again, is it something I did?
Is it the drugs I take? ‘Cause I wish you’d get over it
And I don’t have to change, I’ve always been this way,
So, I’ll stay the same, and I hope you get over it
It feels so good, to hear you yell at me,
No matter how loud, you won’t change anything
With my tongue tied, & my heart open wide,
Still keep my head held high
With my false since of pride, all my lost time,
I’ll keep my head held high