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When you said you loved me, did you really love me?
Or did the words just spill out like drool on my pillow?
Because I was naked when you said those words
But I felt covered in your whispered worship
And as you passed out fast on my shoulder
I imagined a child
Waiting so sad and still for his mom to arrive

Did she leave you an orphan
In that big brown leather chair?
Said, Don t you move a muscle, kid
I ll be back in twenty years
You were scared, you were lonely
But you must ve been aware
Life is a series of callouses, this is just another layer
So build them up, tough it out, yeah, that s your skin
Don t let anyone under there

When you said you needed me, did you really need me?
Or was it just someone? Oh, you d take anything
Am I first on that list of yours, or am I second, or third?
So who s that ahead of me, some harlot from Pittsburgh?
Or Detroit, Santa Fe, or San Diego?
I know you re so alone
But how much affection does one guy really need?

Did you date a lot in high school?
Were you always chasing girls?
Couldn t you find some young valentine
To steal your heart for good?
Were you content, or contemptible?
Are your memories pleasant?
Or is it a string of endless flings of bitter resentment?
Seems that what you want and what you need doesn t mean a thing
We re just here for the taking

When you said you d hurt me, did you think you hurt me?
Are you really that cocky? Oh, what a heartbreaker!
Well, I ve got my armor, yeah, I ve been through some battles before
And I met your old girlfriend, she said, Baby, don t bother
She told me you told her you d hurt her
Funny, how familiar
So how much of this relationship was rehearsed?

Did you act out as a child?
Were you always crying wolf?
Attention starved, you tried too hard
Just to get someone to look
Now you re the wolf in second-hand clothing
I m the sheep in a pleated skirt
It s an awkward form of payback
But if it works for you it works
It s that I recognize your off-white lies
Still, I lie beside you, and that s what really hurts

When you said you d leave me, well, why haven t you left me?
What are we still doing here, so desperate for company?
There s a greyhound on Jackson Street
There s an airport in Council Bluffs
Hell, there s a car in the driveway; fifty ways to get lost
But as I hold you and listen to you sleeping
I m starting to wonder if you really believe
That you d ever really leave

Would you leave me an orphan
In that big brown leather chair?
The one you ve lugged around from town to town
For all these years
It s the trophy of your childhood
Like a shark s tooth or gator skin boots
But this one holds you prisoner; it holds me prisoner too
What we need to set us free is to let go of each other
Let go of everything

When I said I loved you, it was because I loved you
When I said I needed you, well, I really need you
Yeah, I guess you hurt me
For once you re a man of your words
Well, guess what? I m leaving
I can t be your prisoner

I won t

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