Checking Out

Bobby works on weekends And he's got a good hand But he never keeps his promises And I'm getting pretty tired of staying up In the middle of the night I smell the guilt on him as he Smothers me with buffers and his Winter coat that he just won't take off "Bobby where are you going? I've got work first thing in the morning" But he didn't bother answering Just turned and headed for the door Under my bed I keep a steak knife These kids broke in six months ago I guess it made me feel a little bold Your leaving Made me so uneasy That I should learn to love myself without a reason or a doubt And he's always coming in as I'm checking out I didn't do it gently Lord knows the man is heavy But I think I hit an artery So he never came to get me Watching him slip Got pretty tiresome So I sat down and watched TV As he finished ruining my mother's carpet "Bobby look!" (Bobby look!, Bobby look!) Its the show we liked When you stopped coming home on weekdays And I sat alone here every night Oh baby I see pretty clearly That I should learn to love myself without a reason or a doubt And he's always coming in as I'm checking out Oh I should learn to love myself without a reason or a doubt And he's always coming in as I'm checking out And he's always coming in as I'm checking out And he's always coming in as I'm checking out There's nothing but the rain To wash the blood away And all those old mistakes Baby they burn with you today There's nothing like the rain To wash the blood away And all those old mistakes Baby they burn with you today There's nothing like the rain To wash the blood away And all those old mistakes Baby they burn with you today There's nothing like the rain To wash the blood away