I know I'm coming off
As whiny, you scoff
At my childishness and
How I refuse to bend
But it just seems to
Me that all of it plus you
The whole world operates
In the opposite of what you dictate

You can't push too hard at all
Because you only end up on the floor
Clutching your hair and humming
Crazy on the doorstep, punching the door
You always end up punching the door