I was tired of being put right down  by myself for not being what you   thought you had found  pulled hard in two directions by a   desire to learn   and my old affections  when i tried to share my world with you  you could not seem to tolerate  the people i had grown to love  they shrank under your scrutiny,   became the ones you'd hate  why did everything, every little thing     every little thing  with you and me have to be so political?  i was feeling a little underwhelmed  about hanging around with you and   feeling over cautious  every word, every little look, every little sign   every little phrase  put me deeper in your doghouse  you'd let me out to run across your world  i ran into a wall you told me i built you  then you'd reel me in, ream me out, pick me up   push me out again  -and then repeat it  - chorus -  too busy tripping on my tongue   to try and stand my ground  i can still see myself crying in your lap  asking you are you happy with the man you have found?  i'm greatful for what you did for me  i can see things now i never would have seen  today i thought about what could have been  but could never be for you and me  because everything, every little thing   every little thing  wtih you and me had to be so political