Words won't be the weapons that I use on you
I have wired them before and I won't supply the fuse
The phone won't be the line I use to get ahold of you
I have dialed it before and I couldn't get through
Letters I may write won't ever get to you
But, they're all a bunch of wrecking balls, so what's the use?
The politics of what I say are meaningless
A fool believes a politician anyway
No, and I don't want to fight or argue anymore
I want to be loved
No, and I don't want to talk about it anymore
I want to be loved
I could try to pa** the word through someone else
But, they'd probably try to paraphrase and mess it all to hell
Written words and messaged birds won't get my point across
I send out all my lines, but they come back to me
Words won't be the weapons that I use on you
I have wired them before and I won't light the fuse