Spare me your sarcasm

I'm not the victim here

I'm not the one facing eternal boredom

I am not your flower

I am not the addict

And I'm not the one fading in a

green-coloured office



So hell yeah, I'm a little bit up-tight

about your ugly habit to plant anger

in my mouth



Yeah, uh-hu.



Spare me your answers cause

I'm not competing

I'm not the one facing those adultery charges

I am not your wife

but I am not your punching bag

I'm not the one faking my own fucking laughter



So hell yeah, I'm a little bit up-tight

about your ugly habit to plant anger in my mouth



Yeah, uh-hu.



Truth from your lips is like snow on Christmas

These days it just melts or stays away

I could easily believe the things you say

You're such an actor

but you're playing far too well

and your grammar's always wrong



Yeah. Uh-hu

Yeah. Uh-hu