Stickit -

You can light a match and say 'that's me,'

But you’re a liar

If you run around and never catch a single thing on fire

Now, what good to me is a knife or a pair of

Scissors that won’t cut?

Just gives me an excuse to stab you with something

With scissors turning in your gut!

You better listen up, boy, I’m only saying this one time

Best stick some reason to your rhyme

Now, my inner-child hates you, but the woman can’t let go

We are trouble in the very same sack, but you’re pot and I’m oregano

Why is half of me dead set on saying, 'I'll get him for that!'

While the rest of me just loves you and keeps holding me back?

Oh, there’s something wrong, but damned if we’ll say it

It’s never the right time

Best stick some reason to your rhyme!

Now, I wish I knew the language of guitar strings about to break

That way, there’d be no faltering.

You could tell it by the noise I’d make

There are no pretty words to say, 'you are f*cking up real bad!'

So I’m left with the choice of aiming everything I’ve got

Right at your head

Now, I open my window wide as wide and I’m staring at the ground

I know you’re not even watching me, without turning around

Unless you start fighting back soon, I just might slip away

Better tie my wings down, love, the edges of my conscience have frayed

If you don’t watch it, I’ll give up on you this time

Best stick some reason to your rhyme, better stick some reason into your rhyme;

Best stick some reason to your rhyme!

(Stick it, you know where you can stick it, boy!, etc.)