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 that could

withstand me. yeah, 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, baby

i'm sorry that i am so crazy, i am astounded by your patience. but you say/

"believe or not baby, the joy you bring me still outweighs it."

yeah, 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. tell me how sick of me must you be by now?