Spit Up
Christie Gardner, Helen Dixon, Joseph Furtak
If it’s nothing to you
Let it be more to me
I see your eyes wide
In insincerity
I will count every step
Keep my gaze to the floor
You said crying won’t suit me
Pulled my teeth in to yours
If it’s nothing to you
Then let’s not pretend
I’d be too sick and tired
To see you again
Wouldn’t come all this way
Now you’re forcing my hand
A woman unwelcome
A coward of a man
Rest easy tonight
Leave me out here alone
You shut all the windows
I broke in to your family home
If it’s nothing to you
Make it nothing to me
Make it nothing for her
When you get up and leave
Spit me out
Down your front
I can’t be
What you want