The Worst Compliment

She plays the rules, polite Keeps those choir robes in size And she stays on the line, bites her own canines Big talk, little shock, fake line You read me wrong, I'm not your easy light I'm the match and the strike and the snow-blind night Take the role, sugar bowl, pass time I'll find another way She's so sweet She's so sweet But the taste on my own tongue is smoke And it all soured long ago But they'll keep saying: She's so sweet Her gaze makes worlds collide Keeps those high ropes supplied She leans the incline, writes her own punchlines Cheap laugh, better half, bad sign You sold me short, I'm not your damn good time I'm the glitch, I'm the grind, the forgotten crime Wear the band, honey hand, save pride I'll find another way She's so sweet She's so sweet But the taste on my own tongue is smoke And it all soured long ago But they'll keep saying: She's so sweet