There’s a reason I contain myself,
There’s a reason it all stays inside,
You simply don’t have a strong enough punch,
For me to expunge it all, and in you confide.
So pucker up, hold your breath and brace your feet,
Load up your shoulders, tense your abdomen,
Swing for the fences, sucker punch me in the teeth.
I don’t have a glass jaw
and you don’t have the mustard