Abby Ahmad - Picket Lines lyrics

Yellow tape Yellow belly You fled the scene of the crime While the blood was still warm Narrow escape With hands unsteady Trigger-finger On the pulse of the problem My protest was peaceful But you were hot Silenced me with a single shot You're slipping out the back door Running Placing fault on circumstance You claim freedom Well, who could blame you? Faster than your feet could fly Redder than your reason why You were certain I could not contain you You've been going out of your mind I've been going out on the picket line Guess I saw something there Worth fighting for To you it was all metaphor What I do it for Reason I'm so sore (Just another tale to tell) Get myself up in arms Sounding false alarms To keep myself from harm (Write a story that will sell) I have tried my best To rest To let this thing fly Take comfort in the peace That time will bring But something leaves me hollow On the inside Leaves me questioning... You've been going out of your mind I've been going out on the picket line Guess I saw something there Worth fighting for Leave me with my rage After all, it's just Words on a page Lines on a stage