Small House (B Side)

Let's play a game that gives you good reason to shout
You carefully inspect my mouth to find the words I can't get out
You'll know you've won when I slowly walk away
You live to fight another day 'til someone else treats you the same

I'm hanging from a short string; I'm a puppet, a plaything
But I can think for myself when I'm left on the top shelf

And I pull the cord to hear you say the words I choose
"I love you so; you know I do." I'm sure at one time that was true
I'm at the point that I can't figure which is worse
To hear you prove how well you
curse, or to recite what you've rehearsed

I'm hanging from a short string; I'm a puppet, a plaything
But I can think for myself when I'm left on the top shelf

Of all your deeds, the most wicked one may be
The day you left and you broke what I believed

I'm hanging from a short string; I'm a puppet, a plaything
But I can think for myself when I'm left on the top shelf

I'm here with my own thoughts, and I realize that I'm not
Meant to be left out; it gets lonely in this small house