Guts

(One, two) (One, two) I saw you at a party So I waited in the kitchen for my friends You wanted to say sorry But I wanna see your body in a ditch You held me down and told me That I thought that you were handsome, but you're wrong A friend called it a damn shame 'Cause you're really good at playing along And if I had the guts, I would've punched you in the backroom Left you bleeding on the kitchen tiles While I cleaned up in the bathroom You thought you were an actor Claimed a hammered body double Then you wrote yourself a letter To my name for all your trouble I told my friend about you He was so upset, I thought he might've cried But outside on the pavement Well, it turned to "I like playing with the guy" And I don't know about my body It feels like the wrong parts were sent to me All these feelings I can't name yet Claimed and touched and played with in my sleep And if I had the guts, I would've said, "You can't repair it" Screamed and cried outside the venue To make sure you were embarrassed Acted just insane enough For your friends to claim hysterics And all the men who couldn't sleep with me Would testify and swear it But do their mothers know? Do their mothers know? I know it's not really her fault, but I I do think that she'd cry if I called I know it's really not her fault, but I I do think that she'd cry if I called If I had the guts, I would've punched you in the backroom If I had the guts, I would've punched you in the backroom If I had the guts, I would've punched you in the backroom Left you bleeding on the kitchen tiles While I cleaned up in the bathroom You thought you were an actor Claimed a hammered body double Then you wrote yourself a letter To my name for all your trouble Does your mother know? Does your mother know?