We found a house with a yard

And moved all of my things in

And most of your things in

And honey, I was proud of it

And honey, I was proud of you.

You quote the good book

When it's convenient

But you don't have the sense

No you don't have the sense

To tie your tangled tongue

Instead you slash it through the mud.

Some boxes,

That hand-me-down couch

And chair that used to be at your church

We borrowed them from there

A cabinet record player with nothing but james taylor

Tore the carpets from the corner

To put on the hardwood floor

I'd be a fool to have asked for more.

You quote the good book

When it's convenient

But you don't have the sense

No you don't have the sense

To tie your tangled tongue

Instead you slash it through the mud.

You quote the good book

When it's convenient

But you don't have the sense

No you don't have the sense

To tie your tangled tongue

Instead you slash it through the mud

Instead you slash it through the mud.

The love you had but couldn't name,

The past that we were stuck between

Beside myself I stopped to think

Lord, what have I done?

You quote the good book

When it's convenient

But you don't have the sense

No you don't have the sense

To tie your tangled tongue

Instead you slash it through the mud.

You quote the good book

When it's convenient

But you don't have the sense

No you don't have the sense

To tie your tangled tongue

Instead you slash it through the mud.