People throw knives at one another,
Not so much the cold steel,
But words.
Black and white.

Sticks and stones,
They might now break your bones,
But they sink down
Into something that youll never be able to take back.
Because words are glue,
They hold this world together,
And when i found those words,
You cut into my very heart.

I never thought i did that to you.

I never thought i used my words to cut into you,
But i guess i did,
So i guess its fair.

And now we're both kids at the playground,
Waiting for the other to cry first,
Neither of us wants to,
But this game goes on far too long.

So im going to play on the monkey bars,
Like the child that i am,
Because there is freedom in the sky,
And in the movement of my body.

So im going to go clean out my new car,
And dance in the driveway with my love,
And im

Going

To stop using my words
*Like knives