I can’t get mad at you
though I’ve tried
I can’t show you my anger
‘cuz of all the love inside
If I could only get angry
perhaps then you’d be free
free of me, like you want to be
it’s what you want, isn’t it?
to be broken?
broken, and then set free?
Baby, I refuse to feel this heart break
there’s nothing you could say
though some love has left me
your cutting smart-ass tongue
same tongue that won me over
a forked tongue on a lying soldier
And you know I could mend me
yeah, with a different industry
distant shores call out to me
but somehow, I don’t think you’d care
probably watch me and how I’d fair
Yeah, you can’t make me mad
no, I won’t break free
Yeah, you can’t break you
and I can’t break me
In a holding pattern
when things don’t quite fit
you’re bleeding me
can’t get me angry
so I’m letting others do it:
“You’d better decide if you’re hanging
on the cross or banging in the nails!”
Yeah, you can’t make me rage
no, I won’t break free
Yeah, you can’t break you
and I can’t break me
I can’t get mad at you
though I’ve tried and tried
I’ll never show you my full anger
‘cuz there’s just too much love inside
…if that means anything to you