Bottle Rockets - Blacklisted

Behind closed doors you declared war

Glass breaking and raining my house looked like the fourth

I could not find the cure to your crying

My bathtub became the shield of Orion

Your tongue lashed out like a Roman candle

Secrets shot like comet shells ripping through your teeth

There is no cure to my detachment

I can be so silent;

I can be so still

Fury tore like napalm dripping from your skin

I can be so mean;

I can be so cruel

Let it go from your hand and keep your head down

Should have read the directions I’m dangerous

Next time you point and shoot don’t miss