Inmates Lyrics - The Good Life

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When you said you loved me, did you really love me?
Or did the words just spill out
like drool on my pillow.
`Cause 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 calluses,
this is just another layer.
So, build`em 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 I 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?

Did you act out as a child?
Were you always crying wolf?
Attention-starved, you tried too hard
to get someone to look.
Now you`re the wolf in second-hand clothing.
I`m the sheep in a pleated skirt.
It`s an awkward form of payback,
but if it works for you, it works.
It`s that I recognize your off-white lies,
still, I lie beside you -
and that`s what really hurts.

When you said you`d leave me…
well, why haven`t you left me?
What are we still doing here,
so desperate for company?
There`s a greyhound on Jackson Street,
there`s an airport in Council Bluffs.
Hell, there`s a car in the driveway.
Fifty ways to get lost.

But as I hold you and listen to you sleeping,
I`m starting to wonder if you really believe
that you`d ever really leave.
Would you leave me, an orphan,
in that big, brown leather chair?
The one you`ve lugged around from town to town for all these years.
It`s the trophy of your childhood,
like a shark`s tooth or gator skin boots -
but this one holds you prisoner -
it holds me prisoner too.
What we need to set us free
is to let go of each other - let go of everything.

When I said I loved you,
it was because I loved you.
When I said I needed you,
well, I really need you.
Yeah, I guess you hurt me,
for once you`re a man of your word.
Well, guess what -
I`m leaving.
I can`t be your prisoner.

I won`t.

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