Impatient

I’m impatient and I ain’t got time to sit around waiting got an axe to grind.
I wanna speak my mind (just like anybody might).
Excuse me darling, I don’t mean to be impolite, but I need to know your reasons
and seemingly, they’re nearly out of sight.
Well I beg if I might…
tell me now cos it’s about bloody time.
Isn’t it a shame that we both have to resort to insults?
Isn’t it a crime that yours are always better than mine?
Why can’t we just find another way out like last time?
Please can’t you just say «this is not the end»!
Well you’re just a girl but you can’t stop looking at all the other boys and it
makes me mad I wanna cry sometimes.
Then I pick myself up and I fight.
I don’t do it out of spite and I don’t think I’m always right but I might just
be at least some of the time.
And if you’re inclined; give me half a chance to say what’s on my fucking mind.
Isn’t it a shame that we both have to resort to violence?
Isn’t it a pity that our laughs descend into a silence?
And I haven’t felt as bad as I do now for a long time.
This has happened far too many times before.
Only this time seems to hurt so much more.