(Through me I see I)
Between a broken nose and a fake smile
between the piety and gunpowder
between the fighting and fleeing the scene
between murder and diplomacy
between aggression and end of the odd
between the brutal and realistically well behaved
between slaving and pulling in the reins
between tiptoeing and ambleing
What am I to do with all these fire?
(I’d like to hate you but I’d never hate you)
Why are you still with me in this red space?
(I’d like to slap you but I’d never slap you)

CHORUS:
Between violence and silently seething
between my fist and my pollyanna flower
between fuck you to your face and it’s alright
between war and denial
Between violence and silently seething
between my fist and my pollyanna flower
between fuck you to your face and it’s alright
between war and denial

Between flying vases and secretly weeping
between loose cannons and ever downplaying
between the bruises and rudely differing
between bursting and boiling
What am I to do with all this burning?
(I’d like to you but I’d never you)
Do I overwhelm you in this place?
(I’d like to you but I’d never you)

(CHORUS)

What am I to do with all these fire?
Do I overwhelm you in this place?