keep 'em still

you come over with all of your friends and all their opinions I don't want to know and I'm looking over my shoulder, bookin' away with nowhere to go

well, can't you just leave me alone?

you've already thrown all the sticks and stones you had to send my way. Well, can't you just leave it at that and spare us both the bother cos I just bounce back anyway. I got nothin' that I want to do more than make another sonnet fuck you to play.

Whenever you make my life cliche, so to fit in some little box with the all the labelled shit you would say to keep confusion away