It is simple arithmetic to me. I want a house. I want a future.
He doesn't think or care about a future. Instead, he rolls in one slick move and hands his wallet over whenever asked. I've tried to halt the rape and pillage, but seriously, I think he likes it.
So I mentioned the reality of life. At the finish of our lease, I'm moving out. Me. Not him or the kid. I can't do it anymore. And when he starts saying how the poor Harridan can keep the money, after all, she has to raise the kid - I want to burst my spleen.
Yes; all hail the Harridan. Poor cow has to spend some time with her own kid. I mean we actually have him more than her. Which means I have him more than her - pity, I don't get even a thanks...
Anyway, I actually don't want to do it anymore. Love isn't supposed to be this hard.
And I'm damned sick of always coming last. And I feel okay about it - which means the moron used and abused for just a tad too long.
This song is not about him... I just like it. :)