For every single gallon of every thing I put in
Maybe I can, but mostly I can’t get an ounce out of you
And even when, ultimately, it’s not your fault
It still can be traced back to you
And I wish I could just for a minute
Not give any of my thoughts to you
For you permeate each of my brainwaves
Like some cheap eau’de toilet perfume
Making me smell my cheapness in the air
And sometimes I wonder if I’m getting spent
Or if you lie when you say you do care
For the earth of me I can’t understand
Why it’s so hard for you to understand
Why more times than most I’m the last thing in your plans
Why it’s okay for you to spend more time with your mans-
And ‘nem playing PS2 when you call to ask what I’m up to
And I’m always just sitting here alone thinking about you
And trying to figure out the next time I’m gonna see you
And as quick as a flash sent from the devil himself
Without hesitation you say, well I can’t make a trip your way
I got this, this, and that to get straight
Plus I gotta go to work every hour of every day
And by the way, I need some money ‘til I get paid
And quick as a flash straight from miss naive herself
I say how much do you need, and do you need anything else
And I set myself up in my dreams to be disappointed by you
Cause I’m so used to being let down by you
And over and over again I feel stupid too
Cause right now I’m writing this so I’m still thinking about you
And my throat hurts and my cheeks are wet from crying over you.
© 2004