Times Like These Songtext
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We started seeing each other a week after I moved into town
And we put our best boots forward, like dykes often do
And fast forward was our plan, but I realized really soon
That I was on another race track, spinning out of control again
And hanging out with you is like smoking cigarettes at a gas station
It felt like something was about to blow whenever I opened up my mouth
And my anger seems to be the only part of me you want to highlight
So what's that about? What are you hiding inside of yourself?
And we put our best boots forward, like dykes often do
And fast forward was our plan, but I realized really soon
That I was on another race track, spinning out of control again
And hanging out with you is like smoking cigarettes at a gas station
It felt like something was about to blow whenever I opened up my mouth
And my anger seems to be the only part of me you want to highlight
So what's that about? What are you hiding inside of yourself?
And I'm sitting in my car, pulled over Broadway and Main
And these metaphors are exploding all through my brain
And I'm writing these words on the back of a campground ticket stub
Wishing I had scrap paper in my car for times like these, yeah
And you would dump fuel on me, light a match and wave it in front of my face
And I'm not into being set on fire just to be snuffed out again
And I'm not into being patronized and told I have beautiful blue eyes
As my body's going up in flames
And when I asked for your opinion, well you didn't have a good answer
You just sat on the fence, sitting there with no right no wrong
Well 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 stance
And I'm sitting in my car, pulled over Broadway and Main
And these metaphors are exploding all through my brain
And I'm writing these words on the back of a campground ticket stub
Wishing I had scrap paper in my car for times like these
And one day I was walking on the beach in the rain
I was thinking about how I felt when I spend time with you
And I felt like a little girl, wanting your approval
And I felt like I had to defend myself and I had to explain myself
And pretend I was a nice girl, I had to pretend I was a nice girl
I'm not a nice girl, I'm not a nice girl
I'm not a nice girl anymore, no no no
And I realize that my anger is my new best friend
It keeps me smart, it keeps me conscious, and it helps me to write good songs
And I'm learning how to hold it, and I'm learning how to use it right
And I know when to give it up when it doesn't serve me anymore
And you feel like a gift to me in one of those challenging kind of ways
And I'm not an angry person, you just really piss me off
And you force me to look at myself, but I'm looking at you too girl
And when I'm done looking at you, I'm gonna go get myself a life
And I'm not apologizing for how I view the world
And I'm not apologizing for the feelings that I have
And I told you what I wanted, and you told me what you wanted too
But we both know this ain't it girl, this just ain't it
And I'm sitting in my car, yeah yeah
Pulled over Broadway and Main...
And these metaphors are exploding all through my brain
And I'm writing these words on the back of a campground ticket stub
Wishing I had scrap paper in my car for times like these, yeah
And you would dump fuel on me, light a match and wave it in front of my face
And I'm not into being set on fire just to be snuffed out again
And I'm not into being patronized and told I have beautiful blue eyes
As my body's going up in flames
And when I asked for your opinion, well you didn't have a good answer
You just sat on the fence, sitting there with no right no wrong
Well 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 stance
And I'm sitting in my car, pulled over Broadway and Main
And these metaphors are exploding all through my brain
And I'm writing these words on the back of a campground ticket stub
Wishing I had scrap paper in my car for times like these
And one day I was walking on the beach in the rain
I was thinking about how I felt when I spend time with you
And I felt like a little girl, wanting your approval
And I felt like I had to defend myself and I had to explain myself
And pretend I was a nice girl, I had to pretend I was a nice girl
I'm not a nice girl, I'm not a nice girl
I'm not a nice girl anymore, no no no
And I realize that my anger is my new best friend
It keeps me smart, it keeps me conscious, and it helps me to write good songs
And I'm learning how to hold it, and I'm learning how to use it right
And I know when to give it up when it doesn't serve me anymore
And you feel like a gift to me in one of those challenging kind of ways
And I'm not an angry person, you just really piss me off
And you force me to look at myself, but I'm looking at you too girl
And when I'm done looking at you, I'm gonna go get myself a life
And I'm not apologizing for how I view the world
And I'm not apologizing for the feelings that I have
And I told you what I wanted, and you told me what you wanted too
But we both know this ain't it girl, this just ain't it
And I'm sitting in my car, yeah yeah
Pulled over Broadway and Main...
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