Edwin McCain - Talking with your fists

When would a woman stop being a woman She turns to the lines on the page So you say that it's over I think it's time you act your age Please don't take him for a foothold Because five years old is not a time of war Please please show some dignity Don't tell her son his mommy is a whore So now the talking's over Fighting's next on the list Now she's gone you're what's wrong You've been talking with your fists Constant scars on your fingers They say nothing holds the shape of your soul Yours is an angry love of deception See the prophecy unfold So now the talking's over Fighting's next on the list Now she's gone you're what's wrong You've been talking with your fists So now the fighting's over Now the lawyers have the list Now she's gone You're what's wrong You've been talking with your fists You can rot in your anger It's just a product of your fear Frightened by the way that she left you She's having freedom from the shades of her tears So now the fighting's over Anguish is like a blade upon your wrists Now she's gone You're what's wrong Oh, you've been talking with your fists