Текст песни I Love You But I’ve Chosen Me (Part IV)

Well we’re both stuck for foreseeable days And you call me the king I feel like your PA And as things go wrong I can’t see my own error I call you the brat but you feel like a carer And I can taste blood from sucking on my teeth With the cuts on my tongue and my gum disease And it turns into to venom for you and the band Like the tritons spit and spat but with our poison glands And as all confrontation is carefully preserved in our bog of conversation we fight back unreserved I will always be to you an extension of I And who are we? Just potatoes The ones with the eyes pretruding The ones going off in the cupboard The ones with the eyes pretruding Grubby and stubborn Grubby and stubborn Grubby and stubborn