Stickit

You can light a match and say 'that's me,'
But you’re a liar
If you run around and never catch a single thing on fire
Now, what good to me is a knife or a pair of
Scissors that won’t cut?
Just gives me an excuse to stab you with something
With scissors turning in your gut!
You better listen up, boy, I’m only saying this one time
Best stick some reason to your rhyme
Now, my inner-child hates you, but the woman can’t let go
We are trouble in the very same sack, but you’re pot and I’m oregano
Why is half of me dead set on saying, 'I'll get him for that!'
While the rest of me just loves you and keeps holding me back?
Oh, there’s something wrong, but damned if we’ll say it
It’s never the right time
Best stick some reason to your rhyme!
Now, I wish I knew the language of guitar strings about to break
That way, there’d be no faltering. You could tell it by the noise I’d make
There are no pretty words to say, 'you are f*cking up real bad!'
So I’m left with the choice of aiming everything I’ve got
Right at your head
Now, I open my window wide as wide and I’m staring at the ground
I know you’re not even watching me, without turning around
Unless you start fighting back soon, I just might slip away
Better tie my wings down, love, the edges of my conscience have frayed
If you don’t watch it, I’ll give up on you this time
Best stick some reason to your rhyme, better stick some reason into your rhyme;
Best stick some reason to your rhyme!
(Stick it, you know where you can stick it, boy!, etc.)