Unsaid

One thing that I never can talk about
Left wing is the place I've been hangin' out
Oh what a sight, what a sound, what a trip that I'm on
You know I'm the qualified recipe
Breaking through all the wangles that entangle me

Some things are better left unsaid
Let subtleties shout it
Brass rings are better left for dead
And some things are

Some of the things they told you
Might sink in when you get older
And then some of the things they told you
Might just take a little longer
All of the things you thought about
Were swimming in your head
Are in your head
And those are some of the things better left unsaid

Last night you were handing me sympathy
Now you're thinking I'm a water walking enemy
Oh what a sight, what a sound, what a trip that I'm on
Do I scare you, do I make you seem little league
What's the matter do you need a little therapy