Shaking My Head Yes When Really I Don't Care
I bit a hole in my lip
The size of a razor blade
So I could keep myself from
Screaming fire in this crowded room.
Now every time I fake a smile
Gurgling saliva seeps through
My disfigured excuse for a face
Just so I can pretend to be interested
In what all of you have to say.
I just want five minutes
Alone to clean the blood from my beard
But all you care about
Is what you have to say.