Anger

Bigger than our history
Extroverted mystery
Screaming with a vibrance
You finally got me to dance

Steady like a harbor
I always liked your father
Yeah he used to scare me
Before you began to scare me

You would show me downtown
Boutiques with a pronoun
Arts district enclave
All drenched in the third wave

I wonder if I saw you
Would we talk like we used to
You'd fire off your concerns
About the government and I'd learn

Standing on the corner
Of 7th and Wilshire
We'd walk to the ocean
After you got off work

Anger is a funny thing
It leaves me when I picture your face

I would take you central
White winter hymnal
San Luis Obispo
Your hair out the window

I hope that I said it
More than I could say it
I hope that you knew it
I hope you still know it



Credits
Writer(s): John Anderson
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