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 want to talk to you
I really really wanted to
But once you get your
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 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 want to 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

And 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

We are standing on the corner
And you're 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 a grown man
Cross his arms
And sit as if the
Whole wide world would end
If he was not a part of it
But at the same time
With no confidence
Never realizing
The consequence he's having
On the ones he loves
Because he thinks he makes
No difference
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 want to talk to you
I really really wanted to
But this time I am giving up
I am simply giving up on you