Biting my tongue is not what it's like
Bury my body and write what's unresolved on a chalkboard
And have the kids try to work out my problems
You can see enough to know what's hardly there
But sometimes you crash anyway
If I don't tell you how I feel
I already have a foot out the door
If I'm going down, it's for real
It's not with a smile, no
It's a fist fight in a park
I stop short of telling you to leave
Are you on someone else's hook
Pierced through your soft cheek?
When you have the reel, the handle has a different feel
