Sick Of Me

How sick of me
Must you be
By now
While you're standing just outside
Of what your pride will allow
Always reaching into yourself
To find a new way to understand me
When i'm sure that there's no one else
In the world
Who could withstand me

The first person in your life
To ever really matter
Is saying the last thing
That you want to hear
And you are listening hard
Through the splintering shards
Of your life as it shatters
And you're standing firm
And you're staying close
And you're seeing clear

I took to the stage
With my outrage
In the bad old days
When you were the make-me-mad guy
But the songs
They come out more slowly
Now that i am the bad guy
And i say, i'm sorry i'm so crazy
I am astounded by your patience
And you say, believe it or not, baby
The joy you bring me
Still outweighs it

The first person in your life
To ever really matter
Is saying the last thing
That you want to hear
And you are listening hard
Through the splintering shards
Of your life as it shatters

And you're standing firm
And you're staying close
And you're seeing clear

How sick of me
Must you be
By now?


Acoustic bass ‹ jason
Pianet, organ, singing ‹ julie
Pedal steel ‹ lloyd maines
Singing ‹ mark hallman
Tenor guitar, singing ‹ ani