Line Judge

You tore off your nicest dress

And I just sat there motionless

You can't be nice and I can't be mean

I'll never meet you in between

I won't apologize or say anything

Just keep staring straight ahead

The training of a line judge

I'll forever carry it with me

I know it makes you angry

I know it makes you angry

I stare at the ground never making a sound

A rival to the trees

The blood from your veins seems to roll right off my leaves

Sighing and crying and wondering why we tried to combine our wealth

The camel's reply through the needle in my eye

We're both gonna burn in hell

Goddamn my eyes

You've wandered outside the painted lines

And I just have to be accurate and precise

So I apologized and said everything

The training of a line judge

I'll forever carry it with me

I know it makes you angry

I know it makes you angry

I get why it makes you angry