Talking with your fists

When would a woman stop being a woman
She turns to the lines on the page
So you say that it's over
I think it's time you act your age
Please don't take him for a foothold
Because five years old is not a time of war
Please please show some dignity
Don't tell her son his mommy is a whore

So now the talking's over
Fighting's next on the list
Now she's gone you're what's wrong
You've been talking with your fists

Constant scars on your fingers
They say nothing holds the shape of your soul
Yours is an angry love of deception
See the prophecy unfold

So now the talking's over
Fighting's next on the list
Now she's gone you're what's wrong
You've been talking with your fists

So now the fighting's over
Now the lawyers have the list
Now she's gone
You're what's wrong
You've been talking with your fists

You can rot in your anger
It's just a product of your fear
Frightened by the way that she left you
She's having freedom from the shades of her tears

So now the fighting's over
Anguish is like a blade upon your wrists
Now she's gone
You're what's wrong
Oh, you've been talking with your fists