Split Like a Lip, No Blood on the Beard

Someone went and handled her with too tight a grip

Trying to make the mess of their old wood glue stick

It seems like the pressure brought her weight down

Spitting all the pulp from her squeezed out little lime

ahh

I belong - on my own - I'm the sum - not a part - not the wheel - on a cart

Not a link - in a chain - not a seat - on a train

i'm my own ride

That's what you get,

when you mess with me she says

That's what you get,

when you step to me

Get close and I might appear

clear enough to get a good sense

Too close is enough to pull you under

In a force of false pretence

And all the while you had bigger beams on your mind

running around again with your head cut off

you liked her just fine she's a nice girl but never mind

wouldn't want to be any other way out side these walls

I belong - on my own - I'm the sum - not a part - not the wheel - on a cart

Not a link - in a chain - not a seat - on a train - ahhh

I belong - on my own - I'm the sum - not a part - not the wheel - on a cart

Not a link - in a chain - not a seat - on a train - ahhh

I belong - on my own - Not a piece - of a pie - not a pit - in a peach

Not a fix - in a pinch - i'm my own ride

I never know just when it's too good to be true I never notice

ahh

I never know just when it's too good to be true

I never notice

I never notice

I never notice