Words

Your breathing sounds like the huffing of a bull
Angered by the red piece of fabric, you retrace your steps just so he will follow
I know why you are upset, I listened to the argument
You let the words of an epty bottle stammer out of your mouth like some kind of drunk

I watch you watch the road as the wheels carry us, gravel moving out of your way
Only the sound of silence can produce this kind of tension, and that Is enough to keep the waters calm
No radio to spark a possible conversation, so I guess I won`t try to compromise
I`ll sit like some kind of recluse, not saying a fucking word

Mr. Right never goes left, and leaves no room for dilemma
We all know what to do
I`ll trun my head, and let my ears drown out the sound, just to block out the unneeded yelling
I`ll not forget to add my two cents; In my head
And a little bitch is what I`ll stay