Sour ugly and a pain

Said something I shouldn't now her tears drop like the rain

Go and check if she's okay

She didn't speak a word she just looked the other way

I can't stand myself sometimes

This stupid tongue can run with insincerity and lies

It can water up some eyes, or hurt without a cry

Break a heart in shards that pierce their flesh like little knives

It's sour and ugly

Regretful words hit faces of the people that love me

And they're pеople I love, I love thеm to death

But formulate a verbal poison that's delivered with breath

If I had limited sorry's I'd be bound to run out

Even if I had a quantity so large I can't count

Say it so much that it turns into a sound

With no meaning at all, just more air in the air

From the beast in his lair

I have a better chance taming a shark or a bear, than taming my talker, my little ship rudder

Taking sharp turns and throwing overboard my brothers

An unachievable goal is making it stop, without cutting it off

Or sewing my mouth, I whine and I pout

I yell and I scream, I curse at the innocent

Lord forgive me for the last time and the next time I sin again

How are we still friends

Your love towards your creation is so perfect and intimate, don't deserve what I have

I don't deserve what I have

I don't deserve what I have

Sour ugly and a pain

Said something I shouldn't now her tears drop like the rain

Words can cut you up like blades

Some are like a paper cut while others cut through veins

Bugs under my skin because of something she said

My response wasn't the best so now we're both in a wreck

I overlook the fact that I am overly blessed

I love her so much but us humans are a mess

She said that so I said this I spoke and acted like a kid

Control your tongue and you'll be rich

Choose to curse or choose to kiss

From your mind and through your throat

Off your tongue into the air

The culture we have doesn't care

Verbal control is getting rare

Even when we're not impaired by substances that mess with us

We say and do some stupid stuff

Rudder did what rudder does

From puddled mud and rubber ducks to taxes on the fourth month

Icky wicky sharp and prickly evil I have in my tongue