I Might Be A Station Agent
how am i gonna get any of this work done with you distracting me in the background? too much to ignore and you make it oh, such a chore. you push til my anger is found. you push til my patience is drowned and i can barely keep my rage down. a panicky feeling i almost take action but once the word's out i lose traction, back away, and apologize and agonize later about my behavior when really it's yours i despise.
i'm not violent by nature. i just have certain expectations. this can't be settled by arbitration. you are what you are, so am i. for now the boat is leaving the shore with no one aboard. there must be an ocean between us
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