Don't Be Afraid Of Your Anger

Don't be afraid of your anger

I'll eat it with mustard and wine

And the crumbs in your hair

You should shampoo with care

If it's tearless, I'm sure it would say

And don't be afraid of the language

I know you don't mean what you said

Well, your tongue can get sharp

But it's soft in my mouth

And there's towels and ice we could use

Don't roll your eyes at me slowly

I know I was acting the slut

When I loosened my belt

And said, "I know how you felt"

From a book that explained it away

From a book that explained it away

So don't be afraid of your anger

I'll eat it with mustard and wine

And lick the blood off your lip

And the bruise on your hip

When this pillow fight gets out of hand

When this pillow fight gets out of hand