Don't Be Afriad of Your Anger
Don't be afraid of your anger 
I'll eat it with mustard and wine 
And the crumbs in your hair 
You should shampoo with care 
If it's tearless I'm sure it would say 
And don't be afraid of the language 
I know you don't mean what you said 
Well, your tongue can get sharp 
But it's soft in my mouth 
And there's towels and ice we could use 
Don't roll your eyes at me slowly 
I know I was acting the slut 
When I loosened my belt 
And said, I know how you felt 
From a book that explained it away 
From a book that explained it away 
So don't be afraid of your anger 
I'll eat it with mustard and wine 
And lick the blood off your lip 
And the bruise on your hip 
When this pillow fight gets out of hand 
When this pillow fight gets out of hand
Writer/s: Eef Barzelay


