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We started seeing each other a week after I moved into townAnd we put our best boots forward, like dykes often doAnd fast forward was our plan, but I realized really soonThat I was on another race track, spinning out of control againAnd hanging out with you is like smoking cigarettes at a gas stationIt felt like something was about to blow whenever I opened up my mouthAnd my anger seems to be the only part of me you want to highlightSo what's that about? What are you hiding inside of yourself?And I'm sitting in my car, pulled over Broadway and MainAnd these metaphors are exploding all through my brainAnd I'm writing these words on the back of a campground ticket stubWishing I had scrap paper in my car for times like these, yeahAnd you would dump fuel on me, light a match and wave it in front of my faceAnd I'm not into being set on fire just to be snuffed out againAnd I'm not into being patronized and told I have beautiful blue eyesAs my body's going up in flamesAnd when I asked for your opinion, well you didn't have a good answerYou just sat on the fence, sitting there with no right no wrongWell that's just easy way out, the easy way out of responsible'Cause you can't be held accountable when you don't even take a stanceAnd I'm sitting in my car, pulled over Broadway and MainSongtexteAnd these metaphors are exploding all through my brainAnd I'm writing these words on the back of a campground ticket stubWishing I had scrap paper in my car for times like theseAnd one day I was walking on the beach in the rainI was thinking about how I felt when I spend time with youAnd I felt like a little girl, wanting your approvalAnd I felt like I had to defend myself and I had to explain myselfAnd pretend I was a nice girl, I had to pretend I was a nice girlI'm not a nice girl, I'm not a nice girlI'm not a nice girl anymore, no no noAnd I realize that my anger is my new best friendIt keeps me smart, it keeps me conscious, and it helps me to write good songsAnd I'm learning how to hold it, and I'm learning how to use it rightAnd I know when to give it up when it doesn't serve me anymoreAnd you feel like a gift to me in one of those challenging kind of waysAnd I'm not an angry person, you just really piss me offAnd you force me to look at myself, but I'm looking at you too girlAnd when I'm done looking at you, I'm gonna go get myself a lifeAnd I'm not apologizing for how I view the worldAnd I'm not apologizing for the feelings that I haveAnd I told you what I wanted, and you told me what you wanted tooBut we both know this ain't it girl, this just ain't itAnd I'm sitting in my car, yeah yeahPulled over Broadway and Main... Aus Songtexte Mania