Absence and Presents - Divorcee

I won’t ask you for nothing

So don’t hassle me, sweet thing

You sit in the yard while I combed your hair

Your bags and guitar wait out on the stairs

So when I’m weak, I won’t ask for tear sympathy

And when I weep, just act like you don’t hear me

You can pretend I don’t pay the rent

While you and your friends get faded and bent

But in spite of my desire to please

Babe, I’m gonna have to leave

And I’m sorry

That you can say

The two words that might make me stay

I guess I understand now that I have a band

Can’t meet demands from the seat of a van

So I can’t be bummed when you don’t come home

I wasn’t stunned you didn’t answer your phone

You were right

You didn’t try

The day my cat died

Sigh sigh sigh

No, I don’t need no more grief

But, babe, I’m gonna have to leave

And I’m sorry

That you don’t know

The two words that won’t make me go

Between the tattoos, your band and the weed

You leave no you to be a man for my needs

And if everything you do is killer

From no plans to cans of Miller

Well, yes, I guess it only made our love iller

And iller till it died

Sigh sigh sigh

I hate to see our lives unweave

Babe, I’m gonna have to leave

And I’m sorry

That you never found

The two words that might’ve kept me around