When I wake up,
I'm willing to take my chances on the hope that
you hate him more than you notice
I wrote this for you. (for you)

You need him.
I could be him...
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing
about this part of town.

Someday I'll appreciate in value,
get off my ass and call you...
but for the meantime I'll sport my
brand new fashion of waking up with my clothes on
 at 4:00 in the afternoon.