The Puppet

She shows up and you change your tune
She bunks up in your drawing room
She takes all of your big ideas
And uses them to fuck with you
Stop calling it a weakness
You’re no puppet and she’s no princess
She shows up and it’s not simple
If she loves you it should be simple
It shouldn’t take a miracle
If she loves you it should be simple
Stop calling it a weakness (parasite, pushover)
You’re no puppet and she’s no princess
(Who) keeps tugging upon your strings
(Who) keeps moving the weight of your tongue
(Who) keeps making your arms just flail
(Who) legs lay down helpless and stunned
(Who) keeps opening up your door
(Who) keeps whispering in your ear
(Who) You say you’ve heard these words before
(Who) And I see no victims here
We all heard you had to change your tune
We all heard you had to change your tune
God it’s just that simple
God it’s just that simple
(Who) keeps tugging upon your strings
(Who) keeps moving the weight of your tongue
(Who) keeps making your arms just flail
(Who) legs lay down helpless and stunned
(Who) keeps opening up your door
(Who) keeps whispering in your ear
(Who) You say you’ve heard these words before
(Who) And I see no victims here