You're peering through your teeth at me
I can feel your hostility
And it makes me want to wait and see
Just what this has got to mean
Because I know just how sharp your tongue can be
But you're so busy glaring don't know if you can speak
And I'll walk by a time or three
Give plenty a-opportunity
To make me wanna slink away and drink
Until you go away or sink
Under my inebriation
And I'm loosing patience
Oh it makes me wanna
Just makes me wanna
Catch a glance out of the corner of my eye
Blurred and slurred, tonight we're not shy
March right up, the stumbling guy
Who says what's what and tells no lie
Thou in the morning he'll puke and cry
Not to recall a single line
Of the enlightenment turned apology
Awkwardly suggesting to the possibly offended
A bridge carelessly burnt, now work to be mended
But no matter the time spent or handy-work used
It will always hold a tired look, abused
If not one thing the another
If not speaking clearly then a stutter
And shaking with little tremmers
Caused by lifes over anxious cues
To speak up a little louder, perhaps with out the *****
But we all know that can't be
So I sit in a corner
In my hostility I stew
Peering through my teeth at you