7/5/2007

baby you don’t need me
and I don’t need you at all
I don’t need the phone calls
or the angry heart to heart talks
I don’t need all the questions
where I’ve been and what I’m doing
I don’t need you in the evening
keeping me up ‘til well past two

baby I don’t need you
and you don’t need me at all
jealous at every turn
waiting strenuously for your call
wondering how many men
you have in the palm of your hand
whilst I wonder how many women
I’ve lost by taking you in

baby we don’t need this
this affection is such bullshit
all these children brewing feelings
not sure what to do with it
how many people sit lonely
and how many people fuck up
it’s too easy to break a heart
and it’s too hard to fall in love
--
I gave up on the good stuff
because it never feels right
and I gave up on the right stuff
cause it keeps me up at night
so I’m sticking with the wrong shit
the shit that leaves you cold
sitting in this darkness
waiting on growing old
withering in the dimness
and weakening in the light
fuck looking perfect
and fuck being all right
(fuck you too
goodnight)