I’m not angry anymore, well, sometimes I am. I don’t think badly of you, well, sometimes I do. It depends on the day, the extent of all my worthless rage. I’m not angry anymore. I’m not bitter anymore, I’m syrupy sweet. I rot your teeth down to their core, if I’m really happy. Depends on the day, if I wake up in a giddy haze. Well, I’m not angry, I’m not totally angry, I’m not all that angry anymore.
I’ve been singing this song around town everywhere for the past week. It’s wonderful.