words wont be the weapons that i use on you i have wired them before and i wont supply the fuse the phone wont be the line i use to get ahold of you i have dialed it before and i couldnt get through letters i may write wont ever get to you but theyre all a bunch of wrecking balls so whats the use the politics of what i say are meaningless a fool believes a politician anyway no and i dont want to fight or argue anymore i want to be loved no and i dont want to talk about it anymore i want to be loved i could try to pass the word through someone else but theyd probably try to paraphrase and mess it all to hell written words and messaged birds wont get my point across i send out all my lines but they come back to me words wont be the weapons that i use on you i have wired them before and i wont light the fuse