J.D.
When I'm finally finished
and completely through with you
how when you know will you handle it
since you'll never be through with me.
You pretend I can't live without you,
pretend it's me who's needy
me who can't make it another day another week
with out you.
Me who calls when your lovers are all gone.
Well that's all untrue.
Truth can be uttered in a string of very few words.
It's you who will mourn
when I decide I'm done,
with the shit that you pull
and the feelings you scorn.
and completely through with you
how when you know will you handle it
since you'll never be through with me.
You pretend I can't live without you,
pretend it's me who's needy
me who can't make it another day another week
with out you.
Me who calls when your lovers are all gone.
Well that's all untrue.
Truth can be uttered in a string of very few words.
It's you who will mourn
when I decide I'm done,
with the shit that you pull
and the feelings you scorn.