Virginia Wolf - The Procussions

She gets mad when I don’t say enough

She mad when I’m around, mad I’m out of town

She tellin me ain’t doin much

And my job is only barely a job

I’m like a child in my sandbox playing house

Oblivious to a fault, content being ignored

I’m absent, a bore

And on top of it all obnoxious

And I don’t bring her flowers anymore

I take time and never give it

Even when I ain’t busy

I don’t make an effort to call

I make a living out of, making her livid

Because I never get upset

Means I don’t care enough to make it an issue

I don’t, listen or pay attention or mention her hair color

Stare at other women in lust, catching a glare from her

She wonders if I’m lookin to make a trade

Is this part of the game thinkin

Maybe I should just leave

Thinkin maybe i should just

Leave

You

I’ll stay here

Don’t know why

I get mad soon as she start yelling

Mad she being loud

With my cousin around

She pick apart everything I tell her

She do it cause she enjoys

To see me get annoyed

She’s often got her friend up

Tellin when I’m out, I’m about

Cheating and she believing what’s out her mouth

She got a problem with everybody

She’s oblivious to the fact THAT friend be tryin to holla at me

Holla at me

It’s my fault she hate her job?

Telemarketer she quit studying Pre-law

It’s never her, she’s never late

She’s never wrong

She never did it, she don’t fidget

She don’t snore

She used to waste alot of money

But not anymore?

She still in the mirror I’m holding the front door

She’s ready to go, You ready to go?!

Let’s go!

I’m staring at the front porch thinkin

Maybe I should just leave