(Angry At You) Baby

[Chorus]
We don't talk about anything
He brings me flowers and she brings me nothing
I want the feeling of her hand on my hip
But does it matter if I've been with him

[Verse 1]
Do I look the way you want me to
Do I fit your specific point of view
While you hold on to your guilt
You tell me how I'm supposed to feel

[Chorus]
We don't talk about anything
And when the flowers stop i see what you missed
And you look at me
You look at me still like i don't exist

[Verse 2]
Do you feel that you misjudged it maybe
I am still angry at you baby
A line as bleak as your fist
I let myself in, I'm proud of it