You Just Don't Get It

You Just Don't Get It

You sit on your comfy pseudo throne of apathy
Twitching your fingers and saying pretty words
Expecting me to come running when you call
Guilting me for not spending time with you

And even when I have come to see you
You talk about her incessantly --
What you've bought her what she's bought you
I never realized how materialistic that you can be

I didn't buy you anything this year
I wasn't able to afford anything right now
You got me a gift card to a health food store
Because I've gained so much weight lately

I know I have gotten "fat" and I'm doing what I can
But having you point out what I'm not doing
All that does in make me feel worse
And go look for something fattening for comfort

You "know I still have feelings for you"
And you know that I "have got to be missing the sex"
After all, I'm "a very sensual creature"
I "don't tend to do well when I am alone"

How much of this is shaped by your perceptions of me
Feeding and twisting my self-esteem and my strength
I'm tired of feeling so alone in your conversation
I'm tired of wanting to do nothing but cul up and cry

~Muse
1/31/08