Inmates lyrics

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, �€œ 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 it 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, �€œBaby, 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 I 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 words. Well, guess what �€“ I�€™m leaving �€“ I can�€™t be your prisoner.

I won�€™t.