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

But 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 (Watching him go down)

Got pretty tiresome

So I sat down and watched TV

As he finished ruining my mother's carpet

Bobby look (Bobby look, Bobby look)

It's the show we liked

But 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 like the rain

To wash the blood away

And all those old mistakes

Baby, they burn with you today

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 but the rain

To wash the blood away