I may be the one who walks out the door
But you’ve never even arrived
If you want a person to be happy
Why don’t you give it a try?
Mocking words, spiteful glances
Do you realize what you put out?
If I can’t give you one thing you want
You sit on the couch and pout
I feel there’s no use in talking
Because every time I try
You seem to perfect your ability
To somehow make me cry
I feel like I give you everything I have
But it’s obviously never right
Because I get tired of trying so hard
And it always ends in a fight
I’m not made of money either
And sure, I have habits too
But really you must be joking boy
Cause here’s what you expect me to do:
be happy (especially when you’re not)
make you happy
never be moody
massage you
do the dishes
wash your laundry
make all the decisions
know everything
make your food
pay for your food
cigarettes
monsters
drive (you) everywhere
enjoy hanging out with your friends
forgive you after you get too drunk
(and proceed to call me every bad name
You know and freak out to the point
I’m frightened for my safety)
never look at any other boy…ever
never text anyone
never mention any friends
never hang out with any of my friends
always tell you what I'm doing
when I'm doing it
(even if I have to scratch my ass)
have fun watching you skate
(for hours on end)
never be hurt by your snide comments
never be annoyed with you
never cry
know what you’re thinking
initiate sex…every time
figure out birth control
please you
please myself
(and realize there’s something wrong with me
if I can’t be satisfied)
expect me to put up with your immaturity
And all that’s only the start
If you read through it you’ll begin to see
That you want a woman at your beck n’ call
And, boy, I promise - that ain’t me!
But you’ve never even arrived
If you want a person to be happy
Why don’t you give it a try?
Mocking words, spiteful glances
Do you realize what you put out?
If I can’t give you one thing you want
You sit on the couch and pout
I feel there’s no use in talking
Because every time I try
You seem to perfect your ability
To somehow make me cry
I feel like I give you everything I have
But it’s obviously never right
Because I get tired of trying so hard
And it always ends in a fight
I’m not made of money either
And sure, I have habits too
But really you must be joking boy
Cause here’s what you expect me to do:
be happy (especially when you’re not)
make you happy
never be moody
massage you
do the dishes
wash your laundry
make all the decisions
know everything
make your food
pay for your food
cigarettes
monsters
drive (you) everywhere
enjoy hanging out with your friends
forgive you after you get too drunk
(and proceed to call me every bad name
You know and freak out to the point
I’m frightened for my safety)
never look at any other boy…ever
never text anyone
never mention any friends
never hang out with any of my friends
always tell you what I'm doing
when I'm doing it
(even if I have to scratch my ass)
have fun watching you skate
(for hours on end)
never be hurt by your snide comments
never be annoyed with you
never cry
know what you’re thinking
initiate sex…every time
figure out birth control
please you
please myself
(and realize there’s something wrong with me
if I can’t be satisfied)
expect me to put up with your immaturity
And all that’s only the start
If you read through it you’ll begin to see
That you want a woman at your beck n’ call
And, boy, I promise - that ain’t me!