We’re standing on the threshold
Of a decent conversation
When I can hear the door slam
I know the face your making
And I really want to talk to you
I really really wanted to
But once you get you mind made up
There is no getting through to you
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 scaning 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 want to talk to you
I really really wanted to
But I’ve learned my lesson now
And you’re not the one I’m turning to
For a while it was touching
For a while it was challenging
Before it got habitual
And now it really isn’t interesting
To see a grown man cry
To see a grown man cry
I was the first to warn you
I lay myself before you
I was the first to warn you
I put myself before you
You’re standing on the corner
And you throwing down the gauntlet
It is not a life decision
We just need to pick a restaurant
After all this I should know you
Well enough not to get into it
I should learn but I’m an idiot
You only want an argument
And for a while it was touching
It was almost even comforting
Before it became typical
And now it really is not interesting
To see a grown man cry
To see a grown man cry
To see a grown man throw a temper fit
To see grown man cross his arms and sit
As if the whole world would end
If he was not a part of it
But at the same time with the confidence
Never realizing the same time with no confidence
He’s having on the ones he loves
Because he thinks he can make no difference
We are standing on the threshold
Of a decent conversation
When I can hear the door slam
I know the face your making
And I really want to talk to you
I really really wanted to
But this time I am giving up
I am simply giving up on you