Late Comebacks

You got mad at me Spoke out of turn But I can't blame you Sometimes I never learn Pedal to the floor On I-65 I held onto the door As your eyes cut like knives You said something nasty Said you could never want me Cause I am way too damn messy Then I sat there silent and teary Then I hold back Straighten my spine And bide my time Until I find a good comeback In the shower Under ice cold water After a couple hours I finally found the right counter I thought of calling you Just to prove that I'm smart too But of course, it's too late And I'd just start to cry anyway My temper precludes me From being assertive or witty My shock seizes my tongue From clapping back wisdom Then I hold back Straighten my spine And bide my time Until I find a good comeback Yeah, I hold back And now the moment's passed I'm paralyzed Once again by my syntax I'm never clever in the moment but I have mastered the art of late comebacks, so Maybe that's why I'm a grudge-holder, the Anger festers long after it's over Then I hold back Straighten my spine And bide my time Until I find a good comeback Yeah, I hold back And now the moment's passed I'm paralyzed Once again by my syntax Oooo Oooo Oooo Oooo Oooo Oooo Oooo Oooo