I'm good at finding reasons not to run
Freckled face or the gentle way my name seems to roll off your tongue
But sugar don't always mean sweet
And I'm finding that civility should sometimes take the backseat

You don't see it, but honey, there's a line
It's not dotted; it's not optional; what's in your head sure ain't in mine
I'm polite, but my patience only reaches a degree
To say you missed the point would put it lightly

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I'm not a conquest or a game
Take your ego back the way it came
You're out of line and not worth the time
So keep your guilt and your puppet strings
I don't owe you a thing

Oh, I'm so sorry; were you expecting surrender?
Is blaming me for your missteps making you feel better?
Boys who call themselves nice are usually the liars
At first it's poetry, and then they cut you like barbed wire

So brand me with five-letter names, but I won't burn
I will hold and stand my ground until you learn
Go on and scream; but do you really think
Louder means I'll listen
I think we've got different ideas of what I'm missing

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And the truth is you're someone to feel sorry for
But not enough to give a damn
If the next girl settles the score

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