Ribmeat Of The Family Tree

You're Better Amongst The Party People

10-1-05

You're better amongst the party people.
I'll sit here and dye my hair
and make me more into
what you want me not to be.
I have no other expectations
besides trying to fulfill yours
but they seem to change
and I'm tired of waiting here for you
to either listen
or make up your mind
about who you want to be.
You're a double-edged sword:
you claim to be a mother
but you're also undiscovered
by every man
who wants to get in your pants.
You also claim you want only me
but in the gleam of your eyes all I see
is you getting out for a night
(on the town).
You've been hurt and been abused
but what else more do you want me to do
when all you can say is,
"Why is it always about you?"
and I can rationally sympathize
with all the other pathetic guys
         you left behind
because you did what you wanted to?
There's nothing wrong with living on the edge
and there's times when I've led that trend
but baby you need to calm the fuck down.
The kids are pissed and you never sleep,
and don't you put that blame on me!
You're the one who wants to skip town.
I only wanted to make a life for you
but what else is a man to do?
Especially when your actions bring me down.
I just can't get through to you
that I'm the man who actually loves you,
as a person and not a party favor.
Someday maybe when we're old you'll see
that you and I could probably be
what we thought we'd always be
         forever.
'Til then you'll just ignore me
or forget to listen and surely
you'll fuck up again.
Ask me why I don't trust you
and I'll wonder why I have to
when you make other guys a routine.
Someday you'll wake up and realize
that I'm not like other guys
and thank me
         for who I am.
But I guess 'til then
tell my friends
         I said "hi"
'cuz after I met you I was foolish
         I guess
for leavin' that lifestyle behind.