Please hold back your thoughts Cuz when you talk it cures my courage You said my limbs need to be trimmed Before the bad fruit can flourish But I refused to waste my youth adjusting my attitude And how you bend in every argument When you realize there's more to admit than you have been Get my attention with a bad joke Keep it with a kiss Slight miss direction for the sake of hope in blossoming In my mind Well, I'm a matador Just waiting for the horns Caught up in my own red flags Just waiting