Twisting My Words - Lori Carson

Well aren't we all grown up

We were only children

But who knew it then

Lovers before we knew anything more

For each lesson in tenderness

Learned on the floor

There was one about twisting my words

To console you

One about hiding the black and blue

And one about leaving the back door open

For the endlessly running away that I do

The rain took me by surprise

Though I'd heard a wild storm

Was coming that night

I've learned to ignore

These predictions alright

Well not partly it's stubbornness

Some of it's spite

But mostly it's twisting my words

To console you

Mostly it's hiding the black and blue

And always it's leaving the back door open

For the endlessly running away that I do

Now you think you're here to stay

It's like that joke

How can you miss me if you won't go away

Well darling I may still surprise you one day

For each sincere good morning I've managed to say

There's been one about twisting my words

To console you

One about hiding the black and blue

And one about leaving the back door open

For the endlessly running away that I do

From you

For the endlessly running away

That I do