Don't tell me they all hate me now too

don't tell me it all comes back to you


the only thing I can think to do

is to sap some strength

from somebody new


I miss not knowing you so well


you make yourself useful to each one who cries

and then left without you they'll be paralyzed


my self-respect means more to me than you do

or at least it used to


I wonder what it was I thought that I knew

did I realize I would never be enough for you?


you ask again what is it that I'm waiting for

that is a stupid question

that is to be sure


you sit there calmly with your eloquence

and I thought the best offence was a good defence

but I keep losing every round

I remember when it all started going down


I remember the beer caught in my throat

and the lonely comfort of my only winter coat

I could tell you exactly when I fell

it was back when I did not know you so well