Arone Dyer and Aron Sanchez - Split Like A Lip, No Blood On The Beard lyrics

Someone went and handled her with too tight a grip Trying to make the mess of their old wood glue stick Seems like the pressure brought her weight down Spitting all the pulp from her squeezed-out little lime I belong on my own I'm the sum not a part not the wheel on a cart Not a link in a chain not a seat on a train I'm my own ride That's what you get, when you mess with me (she says) That's what you get when you step to me Get close and I might appear clear enough to get a good sense Too close is enough to pull you under In a force of false pretense All the while you had bigger beams on your mind Running all around again with your head cut off You liked her just fine - she's a nice girl - but nevermind! Wouldn't wanna be any other way outside these walls I belong on my own I'm the sum not a part not the wheel on a cart Not a link in a chain not a seat on a train I belong on my own I'm the sum not a part not the wheel on a cart Not a link in a chain not a seat on a train I belong on my own Not a piece of a pie not a pit in a peach Not a fix in a pinch I'm my own ride I never know just when it's too good to be true I never notice