She gets mad when I don’t say enough
She mad when I’m around, mad I’m out of town
She tellin me ain’t doin much
And my job is only barely a job
I’m like a child in my sandbox playing house
Oblivious to a fault, content being ignored
I’m absent, a bore
And on top of it all obnoxious
And I don’t bring her flowers anymore
I take time and never give it Even when I ain’t busy
I don’t make an effort to call
I make a living out of, making her livid
Because I never get upset
Means I don’t care enough to make it an issue
I don’t, listen or pay attention or mention her hair color
Stare at other women in lust, catching a glare from her
She wonders if I’m lookin to make a trade
Is this part of the game thinkin
Maybe I should just leave
Thinkin maybe i should just
Leave
You
I’ll stay here
Don’t know why
Repeat
I get mad soon as she start yelling
Mad she being loud
With my cousin around
She pick apart everything I tell her
She do it cause she enjoys
To see me get annoyed
She’s often got her friend up Tellin when I’m out, I’m about
Cheating and she believing what’s out her mouth
She got a problem with everybody
She’s oblivious to the fact THAT friend be tryin to holla at me Holla at me It’s my fault she hate her job?
Telemarketer she quit studying Pre-law
It’s never her, she’s never late
She’s never wrong
She never did it, she don’t fidget
She don’t snore
She used to waste alot of money
But not anymore?
She still in the mirror I’m holding the front door
She’s ready to go, You ready to go?!
Let’s go!
I’m staring at the front porch thinkin
Maybe I should just leave