The Good Life - Inmates Lyrics
When you said you loved me, did you really love me?Or did the words just spill out like drool on my pillow?Because I was ***** when you said those wordsBut I felt covered in your whispered worshipAnd as you passed out fast on my shoulderI imagined a childWaiting so sad and still for his mom to arriveDid she leave you an orphanIn that big brown leather chair?Said, "Don't you move a muscle, kidI'll be back in twenty years"You were scared, you were lonelyBut you must've been awareLife is a series of callouses, this is just another layerSo build them up, tough it out, yeah, that's your skinDon't let anyone under thereWhen you said you needed me, did you really need me?Or was it just someone? Oh, you'd take anythingAm I first on that list of yours, or am I second, or third?So who's that ahead of me, some harlot from Pittsburgh?Or Detroit, Santa Fe, or San Diego?I know you're so aloneBut how much affection does one guy really need?Did you date a lot in high school?Were you always chasing girls?Couldn't you find some young valentineTo steal your heart for good?Were you content, or contemptible?Are your memories pleasant?Or is it a string of endless flings of bitter resentment?Seems that what you want and what you need doesn't mean a thingWe're just here for the takingWhen you said you'd hurt me, did you think you hurt me?Are you really that *****y? Oh, what a heartbreaker!Well, I've got my armor, yeah, I've been through some battles beforeAnd I met your old girlfriend, she said, "Baby, don't bother"She told me you told her you'd hurt herFunny, how familiarSo how much of this relationship was rehearsed?Did you act out as a child?Were you always crying wolf?Attention starved, you tried too hardJust to get someone to lookNow you're the wolf in second-hand clothingI'm the sheep in a pleated skirtIt's an awkward form of paybackBut if it works for you it worksIt's that I recognize your off-white liesStill, I lie beside you, and that's what really hurtsWhen you said you'd leave me, well, why haven't you left me?What are we still doing here, so desperate for company?There's a greyhound on Jackson StreetThere's an airport in Council BluffsHell, there's a car in the driveway; fifty ways to get lostBut as I hold you and listen to you sleepingI'm starting to wonder if you really believeThat you'd ever really leaveWould you leave me an orphanIn that big brown leather chair?The one you've lugged around from town to townFor all these yearsIt's the trophy of your childhoodLike a shark's tooth or gator skin bootsBut this one holds you prisoner; it holds me prisoner tooWhat we need to set us free is to let go of each otherLet go of everythingWhen I said I loved you, it was because I loved youWhen I said I needed you, well, I really need youYeah, I guess you hurt meFor once you're a man of your wordsWell, guess what? I'm leavingI can't be your prisonerI won't
