I don't mean to sound like I wanna fight
But the arguments I cause
Make it sound like I might
I've gotta prove my point
I've gotta show ya how you're wrong
Does the topic even matter?
Why's my throat getting sore?

Tonight I'm gonna touch your hand
And take back every word I've said
But not just yet, my hand is steaming,
I'm busy making you believe me.

I know.
I treat you wrong.
You call me out.
I turn the argument around
I'm stompin' on shells
Your splashing my face
Cause my toes are too pointed
To tiptoe on eggs.

I know I'm right and argue on
You get depressed and fall apart
I make my point
But you don't get it
Your busy telling me forget it
I don't mean to sound like I wanna fight
But if you'd see it my way
We could both see it, right.

Lemme say it one more time
You'll agree with me this time
We could both understand
I'll just say it once more
No, no, no, no, no, no

I treat you wrong.
You call me out
I turn the argument around
Blows up in my face
And time turns slow
I realize now
You deserve way more.

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Writer(s): CLARK BAECHLE, JACOB THIELE, JOEL PETERSEN, MICHAEL DAPPEN, TODD BEACHLE