Obeu

Yeah I'm a man.
Call me a chauvinist,
But I don't think it's wrong
To take the passenger seat
And my feet
Can't find a place
But I'm carefully watching your face.

Well maybe it’s wrong to feel weak
So I try not to let my emotions leak
But it’s been so long since I’ve cried
That sometimes I wonder . . .

So how can I expect you to love me now?
How can I expect you . . .
With offhanded smile
And casual assurances
To accept my façade?

Do you think I don't notice?
I can’t stand it when you look away
Because I’m not the reason you stay
I’m just another loser friend
A testament to your
Dead-end life.

You’ll never realize how close we came
To making it, to winning this game
Because you're too wrapped up
In the perfect body, perfect smile, perfect life,
To tear your way out.

I don't doubt.