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First I say nothing
And you've heard nothing
And everything's pretty much ok.
Then you all of a sudden BURST
And tell me that I lie
And then I have to leave while you bake some pie.

And MAYBE, just MAYBE
If we don't see
You don't have to yell at me.
At least not all the time, you see
It's really, really buggin' me.

Now I ain't doing this to get pie from somewhere else
It's just that lately you haven't made any fucking sense.
And when we fight two times in three days
I really want to put a fence in between us.
Maybe that way your fists won't hit.