Quiet Aggression

Yeah I saw the way you ruled the scene
with your denim walls and splattered jeans,
it seemed you couldn’t ask for more
as you sat there calmly on the floor
with your suitcase and a tambourine,
and that Chinese girl who can’t stay clean,
and you both keep staring at the sky,
but won’t say a word when I ask why.

And when your best friend came up dead
you flashed me a look that said,
“if there were no disease
we’d all die from depression.”
I know you think “what’s mine is mine,”
and you keep running short on time,
but do you have to grieve
every time I ask you a question?
I can’t stand the eyes that hide
your quiet aggression.

Chorus:
When you passed me and I looked back
I thought I caught the slightest grin,
and every time your lips crack
you act like you’ve confessed a sin,
and then you ask me for some hard facts
but tell me, where should I begin?

Bridge:
You complain that sunny days
make it hard to see,
and when it rains you try to blame
our foreign policy.
But every time I tried to change the world
the world changed me.
That’s maybe why you and I
see things so differently.

Well I see you got a new recruit,
who walks around and hands out fruit,
they say he came to town last week,
and uses words like ‘magnifique’
as he brags about his thrift shop suit,
it cost ten bucks and looks real cute
when he wears it with a paisley tie,
but he won’t say a word when I walk by.

And when your family went in debt,
you lit up a cigarette,
and said, “I hope these
are worth more than prevention.”
The cure you seek is hard to find,
when you can’t seem to leave your mind,
but I can’t believe
you’re not aware of all this tension.
I can’t stand the eyes that hide
your quiet aggression.

Chorus 2:
When you passed me and I looked back
I thought I caught the slightest grin,
and every time your lips crack
you act like you’ve confessed a sin,
and then you ask me for a take-back,
but tell me where does all this end?

I can’t stand the eyes that hide
your quiet aggression.