You must be joking or a liar

Since your pants are not on fire

I guess we’re doing fine

Although it feels like doing time

The taste of copper on my tongue

No reaching for a gun

Oh dear, oh where oh where’s the justice in it?

We cannot be undone

I’m walking, I’m talking

To myself and no one else

I want to make some sense of it

If only for bit

I read that book for you

Look what I suffer through

Don’t tell me what to do

Because I’m doing it

You call me, you want me

You just can’t live without me

A tremble in your voice

As if I’d have to make a choice

I comply, I come by

You won’t look me in the eye

Is it my brain? Your phone? The Arbor Mist?

There’s something on the fritz

The door was open

So was the wine

So baby, tell me what I’m missing

I’ll listen

I read that book for you

Look what I suffer through

Don’t tell me what to do

Because I’m doing it

And when the day had closed

She turned and whispered

“You need to play more shows

And love - love - they’re gonna pay through the nose

But I won’t be there.”

I read that book for you

Look what I suffer through

Don’t tell me what to do

Because I’m doing it

Ha ha, you love me

You love me

You love me