People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones
Nor should they toss rocks or catapult boulders
Like they don’t see themselves
The last time I checked, when light hits glass
Be just right or just wrong, it still has some reflective properties
And it just amazes me that when people do wrong
They’re quick to say how you messed up there day
And how you shouldn’t have done what you did
To make what they did happen, ‘cause if it wasn’t for you
You wouldn’t have made them do what they do
So now, they can’t talk to you because they threw that rock
That messed up they house
And now they need time in hopes that you’ll forget about
Exactly why and when they threw that rock
That ultimately messed up their spotless glass house
And instead of trying to pick things up
Let’s tip toe around broken glass, cause if we pick it up and throw it out
Then that mean we’d have to let it go and then years down the road
When they need something to throw in your face they're gonna have this old glass
Just to show you how wrong you were for making them throw
And in the meantime, they’ll make up some cleaner to wash their windows
Usually made by words of vinegar and lemon juice
Cause they’re still mad, but let me act like I ain’t mad at you
So they’ll say things they don’t mean and don’t mean what they say
In sarcastic tones people throw stones then try to wish me a happy belated birthday
And to this I just sit back and pick my pebbles up
For I’ve carried them to you so that you can know
I didn’t try to throw them from across the street; I thought I’d let you know
I didn’t feel it proper for someone else to skip my stones for me
Anything I had to say was said to you, by me
People in glass houses in the end try to make it about
How it’s all about you and now it’s about how they need time to work things out
Like for some reason you were the thing in their life that wasn’t letting everything pan out
So if your house is glass and most of ours usually are
Be careful of what you say, glass doesn’t fly far
And when wounds are created and left ignored,
Limbs usually end up infected, amputated, and left in surgical jars.
Robyn Evans
© 2004