Propagandhi

all answers seem to come to easily. to you the word rhetorical is wrong. these questions blur the things we need to see. and hide simplicity beneath a song. with catches of some phrase that you have heard. and dated stories dug up from your past. you've caught truth in a leg-hold trap of words. i swear to you this will not be the last time i will. turn around . tell me why. we'll have to wait and see. turn around . and you sigh goodbye. we always disagree. you just can't stand to see me free. all answers seem to come to easily. to you the word rhetorical is wrong. these questions blur the things we need to see. and hide simplicity beneath a song. i try to make her see there is no way. attempts at comprehension always miss. she lays her body down and tries to say. i guess there is no answer to a kiss. so then you . turn around . tell me why. we'll have to wait and see. turn around and you sigh goodbye. we always disagree. you just cannot stand to see me free.