Split Like A Lip, No Blood On The Beard

Someone went and handled her with too tight a grip
Trying to make the mess of their old wood glue stick
Seems like the pressure brought her weight down
Spitting all the pulp from her squeezed-out little lime

I belong on my own
I'm the sum not a part not the wheel on a cart
Not a link in a chain not a seat on a train
I'm my own ride

That's what you get, when you mess with me (she says)
That's what you get when you step to me

Get close and I might appear clear enough to get a good sense
Too close is enough to pull you under
In a force of false pretense

All the while you had bigger beams on your mind
Running all around again with your head cut off
You liked her just fine - she's a nice girl - but nevermind!
Wouldn't wanna be any other way outside these walls

I belong on my own
I'm the sum not a part not the wheel on a cart
Not a link in a chain not a seat on a train
I belong on my own
I'm the sum not a part not the wheel on a cart
Not a link in a chain not a seat on a train
I belong on my own
Not a piece of a pie not a pit in a peach
Not a fix in a pinch I'm my own ride

I never know just when it's too good to be true
I never notice