Before you even said a word
In a moment of bitter haste
She said the words she knew would hurt
It would be her wrath you would taste.
I think she got a little upset
Started a great big war
Then in a moment of clarity
Didn’t remember what for.
I think you made her a little mad
Then thought she’d forget the pain
Like a blanket you forgot to wash
Then wonder why there is still a stain?
I think you may have pushed her over the edge
Maybe you didn’t think it through
While the world revolved before
That means it doesn’t revolve around you.
Maybe you crossed a line
She had drawn in the sand
You’ve heard the parable about the bird
To be grateful for the one in your hand?
Maybe you should take a step back
Now that she’s drawn the blade
Find the peace within this moment
Personal responsibility in the mess you made.
I think maybe you pissed her off
She doesn’t like your game
While you’re sore about the embers
This woman, she’s the flame.