I try not to stand too close to myself
I try not to listen to the things I say
They say there's no such thing as self-abuse
You wonder how I can be trusted
I'm finely tuned, well adjusted
Oh,
pity about you
Oh,
pity about me
Oh, pity about her Every time she comes inside
You had to run, you You had to run
You wished that crush would go away You're not the only one
Squinting at broad daylight Drumming of a conversation
Parsons,
brasses,
peeling,
appealing Drumming of a congregation
Hands reaching for a glass of water Dry socks and razor rash
Your shoes under my bed Dandruff,
tuna,
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?
Shot down overboard
Come
around when I'm asleep Roll around and try to wake me
That's all right,
you've got to go now Words overtake me
Your pubic hair's around my pillow Your stubble brings the sink
Your words under my skin Your table manners stink
Paddling 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 an arm
A 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?
Shot down overboard
Come across to other girls Look around and start a rumor
Jealous wife seems to raise a smile At parties like anal humor
Are you addicted to attention?
Do you do it for a flash?
No,
I quit out of control Misunderstood and henpecked