Stop your swearing I don’t need an echo
of my silent thoughts I beg you
to be safe
don’t complain

My ears cannot hold your anger
They’re still full of yesterdays

Easter baskets full of guns and chocolate
line the hallways of department stores
I can’t save
all these strays

My ears cannot hold your anger
They’re still full of yesterdays
You could cradle my exhaustion or
Teach it to behave

All my good deeds never made it
To the spreadsheet where you keep track
of our faults and flaws

Spread all the love that is in your budget
Don’t waste interested on ancient grudges
I can’t save
all these strays

My ears cannot hold your anger
They’re still full of yesterdays
You could cradle my exhaustion or
Teach it to behave

All my good deeds never made it
To the spreadsheet where you keep track
of our faults and flaws

All my good deeds never made it
To the spreadsheet where you keep track
of our faults and flaws