I can't tell you what I want to

I can't tell you I can smell you a mile away


Measured arms you've flexed before, next to a battleship


You made me mad, I made you sad and now I'm glad you're gone




Take me on


Take me on




Count to ten, I'll be there, tone it down, I'll be in the barrel


Point came for you to be Glenn Close to me

Can't you see I can't be, P P I M I S S


I $$#ess the situation differently




You should hit the median strip


You should hit the median strip


Take me on

Take me on





Three day benders set you straight

Two flights were both on time


To fight was on your mind


Tonight I don't feel fine




Feel free to dwell on what you feel


Free to say I don't feel free

You've made me mad, and now I've had


To say that I was wrong




You should hit the median strip


You should hit the median strip


Take me on

Take me on