I try not to stand too close to myself  I try not to listen to the things I say  They say there's no such thing as self abuse  But you wonder how I can be trusted  If I'm finely tuned and well adjusted  Oh pity about you  Oh pity about me  More's the pity about her  Every time she comes inside you had to run  You had to run  You wish that crush would go away  You're not the only one    Squinting at broad daylight  Drumming up a conversation  Parsons brass is pealing appealing  Drumming up a congregation  Hands reaching for a glass of water  Dry socks and razor rash  Your shoes under my bed  Dandruff do, my cigarette ash  I've tried to play it open handed  I've tried to make a fist of this  Even when the questions are candid  My arrows miss  I've heard about your fragile ego  Your shield, your sword  What am I expected to do?   Shout man overboard?     Come around when I'm asleep  Roll around and try to wake me  That's alright you've got to go now  Words overtake me  Your pubic hairs are on my pillow  Your stubble rings the sink  Your words under my skin  Your table manners stink  I paddle in the things I love  You wallow in a swamp of trivia  In a vase with insincere I love yous  Next door's Camellias  I'm sick and tired of this position  Hatched underneath an arm  A crutch under stress  Your rudder when it's calm  I'm bored of staring at the ceiling  While you point out my flaws  I've watched the wallpaper peeling from slamming doors  You talk about penis envy  Your friends applaud  What am I expected to do?   Shout man overboard?     Come across to other girls  Look around and start a rumour  Jealous wife scenes raise a smile at parties  Like anal humour  Are you addicted to attention?   Do you do it for effect?   Your wit out of control  Misunderstood and henpecked