Motorcycle

I should stop writing all these songs, but you make it too easy, you're just like walking a dog
You never walked beside me, you were just dragging me 'long
I watched your pretty little tricks, now I'm left here picking up all your shhhhh

I'll spread the word, yeah, like some holy disciple
I miss you still, no wait, not you, I just miss that motorcycle
Can't hold this down, no, oh I just can't keep silent, can't hold my mouth
Oh it is so hard just to keep me quiet

Oh oh no you didn't, yes I did, I keep on singing
About your red, orange yelling green blue indigo and violence

I can just hear you now, you think I'm bitter, well not really, I just write it as it comes
Do you still blame me for the pain that you inflicted with that girl you wanted to be novocain
She didn't fix your problems either, did she, did she
She wasn't as fine and good looking as me, was she, was she
Constricted and restricted, that's a spot too tight for me
You can have your nasty girl and I'll just go on fine and dandy

I'll spread the word, yeah, like some holy disciple
I miss you still, no wait, not you, I just miss that motorcycle
Can't hold this down, no, oh I just can't keep silent, can't hold my mouth
Oh it is so hard just to keep me quiet

Oh oh no you didn't, yes I did, I keep on singing
About your red, orange yelling green blue indigo and violence

Blame your problems on someone else this time
You're running out of people, realize
You've got some major issues, that's enough of tears and tissues
I think you would benefit from manning up to the choices you made and the mistakes that you make

Why and try and sugarcoat it, that's not healthy anyway
Swallow this one raw and uncooked, digest and then sleep for a few more days
Maybe you won't hate me, maybe someday you'll say
"I'm sorry I was wrong, I take it back, you're not the worst thing that's ever happened to me...

Nah, you're smart and you're hot, and you look really fine in your polka dots
And your guitar fits just fine, even though I can hardly see you behind it
When you hiccup when you laugh, Oh no, you're such a, you're such a piece of work
When you give the engine gas and you ride straight through all that wet dirt"

It might get loud like some heavy distortion
Try and hold it down, let's not blow this out of proportion
Pass me the salt shaker when you get mad and I'll feed your wounds
I'm the best girl that you'll ever have

I'll spread the word, yeah, like some holy disciple
I miss you still, no wait, not you, I just miss that motorcycle
Can't hold this down, no, oh I just can't keep silent, can't hold my mouth
Oh it is so hard just to keep me quiet

Oh oh no you didn't, yes I did, I keep on singing
About your red, orange yelling green blue indigo and violence