Pollyanna Flower
(Through you I see I)
Between a broken nose and a fake smile
Between piety and gun powder
Between fighting and fleeing the scene
Between the murder and diplomacy
Between aggression and end of the end
Between the brutal and realistically well behaved
Between the screaming and pulling in the reins
Between tiptoeing and ambling
What am I to do with all this fire?
(I'd like to hit you but I'd never hit you)
Why are you still with me in this red space?
(I'd like to slap you but I'd never slap you)
Between violence and silently seething
Between my fist and my Pollyanna flower
Between fuck you to your face and it's alright
Between war and denial
Between violence and silently seething
Between my fist and my Pollyanna flower
Between fuck you to your face and it's alright
Between war and denial
Between flying vases and secretly weeping
Between loose cannons and ever downplaying
Between the bruises and rudely differing
Between bursting and boiling
What am I to do with all this burning?
(I'd like to hurt you but I'd never hurt you)
Do I overwhelm you in this place?
(I'd like to kill you but I'd never kill you)
Between violence and silently seething
Between my fist and my Pollyanna flower
Between fuck you to your face and it's alright
Between war and denial
Between violence and silently seething
Between my fist and my Pollyanna flower
Between fuck you to your face and it's alright
Between war and denial
What am I to do with all this fire?
Can you understand me in this place?
