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I try not to stand, too close to myself I try not to listen, to the things that I say They say there's no such thing as self abuse But you wonder how I can be trusted If I'm finely tuned or well adjusted Oh pity about you Oh pity about me More's the pity about her Every time she comes inside You had to run, you had to run You wish that crush would go away You're not the only one Squinting at broad daylight Drumming up a conversation Parsons brass is pealing appealing Drumming up a congregation Hands reaching for a glass of water Dry socks and razor rash Your shoes under my bed Dandruff to now cigarette ash I've tried to play it open handed I've tried to make a fist of this Even when the questions are candid My arrows miss I've heard about your fragile ego Your shield, your sword What am I expected to do? Shout man overboard? Come around when I'm asleep Roll around try to wake me That's alright you've got to go now Words overtake me Your pubic hairs around my pillow Your stubble rings the sink Your words under my skin Your table manners stink I paddle in the things I love You wallow in a swamp of trivia In a vase with insincere I love yous Next door's Camellias I'm sick and tired of this position Hatched underneath You are my crutch under stress Your rudder when it's calm I'm bored staring at the ceiling While you point out my flaws I've watched the wallpaper peeling from slamming doors You talk about penis envy Your friends applaud What am I expected to do? Shout man overboard? Come across two other girls Look around start a rumour Jealous wife scenes raise a smile at parties Like anal humour Are you addicted to attention? Do you do it for effect? You're whipped out of control Misunderstood and henpecked! |