Biting my tongue is not what it's like Bury my body and write what's unresolved on a chalkboard And have the kids try to work out my problems You can see enough to know what's hardly there But sometimes you crash anyway If I don't tell you how I feel I already have a foot out the door If I'm going down, it's for real It's not with a smile, no It's a fist fight in a park I stop short of telling you to leave Are you on someone else's hook Pierced through your soft cheek? When you have the reel, the handle has a different feel