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 naked when you said those words
But I felt covered in your whispered worship
And as you passed out fast on my shoulder
I imagined a child
Waiting so sad and still for his mom to arrive
Did she leave you an orphan
In that big brown leather chair?
Said, “Don’t you move a muscle, kid
I’ll be back in twenty years”
You were scared, you were lonely
But you must’ve been aware
Life is a series of callouses, this is just another layer
So build them up, tough it out, yeah, that’s your skin
Don’t let anyone under there
When you said you needed me, did you really need me?
Or was it just someone? Oh, you’d take anything
Am 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 alone
But 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 valentine
To 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 thing
We’re just here for the taking
When you said you’d hurt me, did you think you hurt me?
Are you really that cocky? Oh, what a heartbreaker!
Well, I’ve got my armor, yeah, I’ve been through some battles before
And I met your old girlfriend, she said, “Baby, don’t bother”
She told me you told her you’d hurt her
Funny, how familiar
So how much of this relationship was rehearsed?