When I was younger, I wish that I would have known better.
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Better love makes a fat romance, that lasts for more than a shoe shine.
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I¡¯m older, took all the words of my mother, saying,
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"It could be worse, could be born with that disease, instead of catching it first."
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So let¡¯s go back, to the first time, that I met you, in your Chevy, with your hands stretched, and me crying, screaming, ¡°Mercy, Mercy!¡±
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But I know that, I was put here, to fight Vikings, in the cold war, with my arms out, in the front lines, singing, ¡°Dare me. Dare me.¡±
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But these things take time love.
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These things take backbone.
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And they¡¯ll tell you what you want to hear ¡¯cause they think it¡¯s better. Better.
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But you better know how to point out the liars.
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You¡¯ve got to weigh your wars make sure you¡¯re not fighting for nothing. Nothing.
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Are you fighting for nothing, nothing?
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It feels like this world has been growing slowly upside down.
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Maybe I should move to China, and straighten this mess out.
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Maybe I¡¯ll be a poet.
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Watch all the sky for falling words.
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And write about my grandma¡¯s curtains, or the lady who put the Chinese buffet in her purse.
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I¡¯ve got my mouth. It¡¯s a weapon.
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It¡¯s a bombshell. It¡¯s a cannon.
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I¡¯ve got my words.
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I won¡¯t give them mercy, mercy!
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But these things take time love.
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These things take backbone.
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And they¡¯ll tell you what they want to hear ¡¯cause they think it¡¯s better. Better.
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But you better know how to point out the liars.
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You¡¯ve got to weigh your wars make sure you¡¯re not fighting for nothing. Nothing.
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Are you fighting for nothing, nothing?
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I¡¯ve got my words. I hope they hurt you.
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I hope they scar you. I hope they heal you.
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I hope they cut you open,
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Make you see you¡¯ve been warring for all the wrong reasons.
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Make you see that some things are worth bruising for.
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Make you see that your name is your honor code.
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Make you see that your hands you¡¯re accounted for.
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Pick and choose where your sweat and your blood will go.
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Make you see your life¡¯s not to be lived alone.
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Run their spit through your hair, you¡¯re worth nothing. Nothing.
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But these things take time love.
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These things take backbone.
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And they¡¯ll tell you what you want to hear ¡¯cause they think it¡¯s better. Better.
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But you better know how to point out the liars.
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You¡¯ve got to weigh your wars make sure you¡¯re not fighting for nothing. Nothing.
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But these things take time love.
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These things take backbone.
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And they¡¯ll tell you what you want to hear ¡¯cause they think it¡¯s better. Better.
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But you better know how to point out the liars.
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You¡¯ve got to weigh your wars make sure you¡¯re not fighting for nothing. Nothing.
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Are you fighting for nothing, nothing?
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Fighting For Nothing
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Meg & Dia |