Cat Hair

Notice myself getting ruder and ruder
Planning responses in my head to
Bastards I know I'll meet, on the street, in the pub, at university
People are so scared of the F word
As if equality offends them and hits them hard
Knocks them back in their seat, I won't accept defeat
But find myself silenced instantly

But if you've already decided to be that closed-minded
I'm not gonna pry, I'm not gonna try, I'm not gonna cry over it

They say I'm difficult and I'm lazy
What do they know? Have you been doing surveys on me?
I won't rise to your discussion board of bullies
People are so scared of me, that's what they say
Do my opinions haunt you at night?
Did I hit a nerve or just disturb a web of lies you took so long to build?

But if you've already decided to be that closed-minded
I'm not gonna pry, I'm not gonna try, I'm not gonna cry over it