Out

How does it feel if I put my foot
In the small of your back
And my hands on the door frame
And push with all my strength?

And that’s how I feel,
Push it all out,
Out with the old,
The same old thing I’ve felt before.

So don’t you dare to look
At me or speak in any way
That I can read things into
And don’t touch me inside or out

Because I really haven’t got
Any more heart to put through a mangle
And I’m not sure I’ve got the strength to push any more.