The Good Life - Inmates (Acoustic) 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, “ 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 c**ky? 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, and 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.
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 c**ky? 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, and 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.