Throwing Stones

Paula Cole

so call me a bitch in heat and



i'll call you a liar



and we'll throw stones until we're dead



there you go again you cut me off from talkin'



you bask in the glory



the center of the circle



all the friends think you're a comedian



so kind and generous



and i am suffering



away from here



i wanna be



away from here



away from here



away from every little thing



every little thing



i used to love your every little every little thing



so call me a bitch in heat and



i'll call you a liar



and we'll throw stones until we're dead



you're the puppeteer and i'm the puppet



you manipulate me with your real catholic shit



everytime i try to talk it through



you turn it around and make it suffer



like david and goliath



away from here



i wanna be



away from here



away from here



away from every little thing



every little thing



i used to love your every little every little thing



now you call me a bitch in heat and



i'll call you a liar



and we'll throw stones until we're dead



your arms beneath me



your lying inside me



i used to love your every little every little thing



your eyes grew stars



your hand in my purse



and now i hate your every little everything all day



oh mama



i didn't know life was this hard



oh mama



my innocence has been tarred



my inner vision, dulled and darkened



i keep myself away to you



i fuck my sorrow humbly



and throw my crown upon the ground



it's you i hope for



and us i pray for



and me that i believed that was wrong



and now my anger is my best friend