Bottle Rockets

Behind closed doors you declared war Glass breaking and raining my house looked like the fourth I could not find the cure to your crying My bathtub became the shield of Orion Your tongue lashed out like a Roman candle Secrets shot like comet shells ripping through your teeth There is no cure to my detachment I can be so silent; I can be so still Fury tore like napalm dripping from your skin I can be so mean; I can be so cruel Let it go from your hand and keep your head down Should have read the directions I'm dangerous Next time you point and shoot don't miss