Put Your Pants Back On, I’m Still Mad
You walk out of the bathroom in nothing but socks and that crooked smile
like you’re the punchline to a joke I didn’t tell
Last I checked we were screaming about dishes and the way you disappear
not looking for a hotel bell
You slide your hands around my waist from behind
kiss my neck like that’s a bandage for every time you shrugged
Whisper something dirty
expecting my anger to vanish just because we hugged.
You always try this move when you’re cornered
when the truth lands heavier than you planned
You strip down, turn on that fake hurt puppy face
act surprised I’m not eating out of your hand
Newsflash
sex is not an apology just because you kicked your jeans across the room
I am horny, not brain-dead
and I’m not here to sweep this mess with a broom.
If you want to fuck, say it
don’t wrap it in silence and hope I stop asking why
If you want to fix this, use your words, not your abs
not that look in your eye
Right now I’m turned on and furious
and you don’t get to pick which one I deny.
Put your pants back on, I’m still mad
stop using your ass as conflict resolution
My body might forgive you
but my brain needs a real solution
You can’t skip the hard part just because your underwear hit the floor
Put your pants back on, I’m still mad
and I’m not fucking my way out of this war.
You climb into my lap anyway
straddling questions you have no intention of answering
You say “can we please just not fight
” twisting your hips like that stops the cancer
I push you back by the shoulders, feel my pulse hammer
because yeah, this is my favorite drug
But if I let you win like this again
every real issue gets buried under the rug.
I want you, that part has never been in doubt
but I want you honest, even when your voice shakes
I want us sweaty and loud after we say the ugly stuff
not as a way to hide the breaks
You can’t keep slapping sex on top of a crack and calling it fixed.
Put your pants back on, I’m still mad
stop using your ass as conflict resolution
My body might forgive you
but my brain needs a real solution
You can’t skip the hard part just because your underwear hit the floor
Put your pants back on, I’m still mad
and I’m not fucking my way out of this war.
Here’s the deal: we talk first
even if the words come out broken and full of swearing
You say why you pulled away, why you lied
why you stopped caring, I say why that cut me up
why it hits old bruises, why I shut down in fear
Then if we still want each other after dragging those ghosts into the light
we can tear up the sheets right here.
Till then put your pants back on, I’m still mad
and no amount of skin cancels what you said
We can cuddle after the autopsy
we can grind after we clear the wreckage in our head
I’m not rejecting you
I’m protecting us from turning this bed into a graveyard for things un-said
Put your pants back on
talk to me like you want this to live
not just get fed.
When the words finally land and the truth hangs between us
raw and out, Then you can take your pants back off
baby, and we’ll erase every single doubt.