Don't tell me
There's no reason for my hands
To be broken and bruised
That I've got nothing to lose
That's real cool
Could you please tell me again
'Cause I want that image in my head so I can remember
Better yet don't tell me at all
I really don't need a broken record
Telling me the same advice
Over and over and over and over again
Don't punch the bag
Don't look back
The stocks the shelves they're all going bad
Send a note
And maybe I'll read it this time
And maybe I'll let you back in to my mind