We are standing on the threshold
Of a decent conversation
When I can hear the door slam
I know the face you’re making
And I really wanna talk to you
I really, really wanted to
But once you get your mind made up
There is no getting through to you
And for a while, it was touching
For a while, it was challenging
Before it became typical
And now it really isn’t interesting
To see a grown man cry
To see a grown man cry
I’m lying on the sofa, and the radio is blaring
And I’m scanning through the stations
As the boys declare their feelings
But it doesn’t feel like feelings
It feels like they’re pretending
It’s like they just want blowjobs
And they know these songs will get them
And I really wanna talk to you
I really, really wanted to
But I have learned my lesson now
And you’re not the one I’m turning to
Of a decent conversation
When I can hear the door slam
I know the face you’re making
And I really wanna talk to you
I really, really wanted to
But once you get your mind made up
There is no getting through to you
And for a while, it was touching
For a while, it was challenging
Before it became typical
And now it really isn’t interesting
To see a grown man cry
To see a grown man cry
I’m lying on the sofa, and the radio is blaring
And I’m scanning through the stations
As the boys declare their feelings
But it doesn’t feel like feelings
It feels like they’re pretending
It’s like they just want blowjobs
And they know these songs will get them
And I really wanna talk to you
I really, really wanted to
But I have learned my lesson now
And you’re not the one I’m turning to
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