I Fought The Broad (And The Broad Won)

Words they shoot off of your tongue

Meet my back and i must say

You have become now so courageous,

No longer polite and melancholy

If your mind could meet your mouth's movement

You might have something to say

You touch the blade - i touch the phone

And into it this is what i will scream

[chorus:]

Operator, operator can you hear me

I think the line is dead on my side

Transistor, transistor i hear you fade in

Don't let the words break this is my life

Traffic stops the car shows movement

From the fight that breathes within

You have stretched your tongue now i see it

I see everything for what it is

Now my heart beats to movements

Of your hand slipping away

You touch the blade - i touch the phone

And into it this is what i will scream

[chorus]

So bite your tongue, your tongue:

Every breath you breathe exhales arguments

These are the fights that are shaping me up and open or shy [x4]

This is the rhythm i was singing

To the beat of my feet as i walk away, walk away

[x2]

Whoa whoa...[x2]

And i'm not brain dead, i'm just shy