Georgia Fields One Finger lyrics

You throw your weight around like napoleon with party streamers
You're too tall to have small man syndrome
Yet you sink to dishing out the low blows

Like a kid with an itchy scab you can't leave it alone now
You had to jump the gun at midnight
I'd love to say I hate you but I'm bigger than that

Can I be frank?
Will you grow up?
This isn't high school anymore
Your house of cards
So meticulously stacked
Are tumbling to the floor
You want the upper hand
But you'll just get one finger

You've been carrying a chip on your shoulder the size of a saucepan
You shouldn't bite the hand that feeds ya
You oughta know by now we don't need ya

Like the king of an empty castle you're sleeping alone now
You had to make your point at midnight
You might have won the battle, but I won the war

Can I be frank?
Will you grow up?
This isn't high school anymore

Your house of cards
So meticulously stacked
Are tumbling to the floor
You want the upper hand
But you'll just get one finger

I tried so hard to be patient
(You are wringing me out)
I bite my tongue
(Your warning bells were so loud)
Count to ten
(Your fingers in all the pies)
Gave you your second chance
(It's all come out in the wash)
Over again

Can I be frank?
Will you grow up?
This isn't high school anymore
Your house of cards
So meticulously stacked
Are tumbling to the floor
You want the upper hand
But you'll just get one finger