When I’m pissed I grit my teeth
And you know what that leaves me with
Cracked enamel and in between
Bloody gums and broken dreams
So instead of being the perfect powder
Sitting silent in a doubter
I think I may just up and blow
So that you might let go
Stop holding my spirit down
To know my depths is to drown
So if you can’t handle that
Then you better watch your back