This is a song about duality, a nod to the lessons we all learned in grade school (thank you, Mrs. Wilson): If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all. Yet we say plenty when we shouldn't! And later wonder why we didn't have the wherewithal to just (button lip motion). We can usually feel the sideways comment bubbling up right before it bursts forth, and yet, we can't stop it. Dang it! Maybe, hopefully, we run interference on that little saboteur the next time and keep it tucked away, out of sight.

Every Bit of Me (Marcotte)

I can, I can barely feel you
But I know you’re there
I want, I want to scratch the itch early
Try and see if I can make you disappear
I keep thinking that this time, this time will be different
I’ll be stronger somehow
So I’m gonna get ready, cuz it’s gonna be a battle
Tonight I know that one of us, one of us is going down
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

Rub a little polish, on my body armor
Chew a little garlic, freshen up my breath
Tuck a bottle of whiskey in my hip pocket
Dab a little hot sauce on the side of my neck
I see you lurking over there in the corner
Waiting to make your move
But I know you’re coming, and things are bound to get ugly
Cuz you and me both, we’ve both got something to prove
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

Chorus:
You’re a habit I can’t kick
An addiction I deny
I love you and I hate you
At the same damn time
I could cast you out, lock the door
And throw away the key
I’ll have banished all of you
But then I’ll lose, I’ll lose every bit of me

And when the smoke clears and I’ve dried all my tears
And I’ve picked myself up off the floor
I can tell from the carnage, things sure got nasty
But the things we love most, they’re the ones worth fightin’ for
I glance in the mirror, at my reflection
See the error of my ways
I thought you were the villain, my worst enemy
Turns out you and me, we’re one and the same

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm