Why Say Anything Nice?

Why’d you put your dress shoes on if you didn’t come to dance?
Frankly, I’d be on my own if I thought I’d stand a chance
Why’d you take your glasses off if you don’t intend to fight?
Frankly, I’d be on my own if I thought I’d last the night
No screaming or fighting, no scratching or biting
We’re just shaking hands goodnight
Sullen and silent, emotionally violent
I waited a while and nothing, nothing
Why say anything nice when you can say nothing at all?
Why’d you put your backpack on if you won’t just take a hike?
Frankly, I’d be out the door if you hadn’t sold my bike
No fencing or sparring, no bruising or scarring
And no au revoiring yet
No communication, just alienation
I’ve tried to be patient but nothing, nothing
Say anything nice, a simple device
That makes everything beautiful just ordinary
Nice can come at a price, forever imbued with all this boredom
Sacrifice can only suffice when something is beautiful
After all the resentment, all the discontentment
The flowers you sent meant nothing, nothing
You can say nothing at all
Woo hoo hoo
Nothing at all
Woo hoo hoo