From "Steak"
Spare me your emotional hemorrhage
Spare me your bleeding heart parade
Spare me your self-fueled catharsis
Spare me you butterball crusade
Now I could not be paid
To wear the melodrama mask the way you do
And I am not afraid
To talk about these things
I just don't want
To talk about them with you.
Spare me all your boundary breaking
That'd bring us closer if I cared
Spare me your psychological baggage
Some things are better left unshared
Now I'm fully prepared
To shut you up if it's the last thing that I do
No, I would not be scared
To talk about these things
I just don't want
To talk about them with you.
What made you think you're welcome
In my personal space
To spread that 7th grade poetry all over the place
I just want to slap you upside your sad clown face
And say get over yourself
Get over yourself
Get over yourself
Get over yourself now
Get over yourself now
Spare me your emotional hemorrhage
Spare me your bleeding heart parade
Spare me your self-fueled catharsis
Spare me you butterball crusade
Now I could not be paid
To wear the melodrama mask the way you do
And I am not afraid
To talk about these things
I just don't want
To talk about them with you.
Copyright 2002 Zach London