Taking Back Sunday

We found a house with a yard
And moved all of my things in
And most of your things in
And honey, I was proud of it
And honey, I was proud of you
You quote the Good Book
When it's convenient
But you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud
Some boxes,
That hand-me-down couch
And chair that used to be at your church
We borrowed them from there
A cabinet record player with nothing but James Taylor
Tore the carpets from the corner
To put on the hardwood floor
I'd be a fool to have asked for more
You quote the Good Book
When it's convenient
But you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud
You quote the Good Book
When it's convenient
But you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud
Instead you slash it through the mud
The love you had but couldn't name,
The past that we were stuck between
Beside myself I stopped to think
Lord, what have I done?
You quote the Good Book
When it's convenient
But you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud
You quote the Good Book
When it's convenient
But you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud