Just a Guy (in progress)

Mr. Man got a new job

Told his mom he couldn’t get hard

Poor guy, called the cops cuz he’s too shy to look soft

His mom said that’s a little too personal

And now he’s got no one to turn to

Mr. Man’s in need of the company of a friend

He just sits drunkenly, tells the next girl that he sees

What’s yours should’ve been mine

Then he takes it out on her

What’s justified couldn’t hurt when you’re just a guy, how else would you get by?

Mr. Man hits his girlfriend

Cries in her lap that evening wishing just one person would see him

Says do you know how much pain I must be in to beat her?

And he swears that he’s only toxic when he drinks straight from the bottle

I’m starin at the ceiling, in the bathroom on dean street

I knew then that all this love would cost some healing

I guess it’s a rite of passage my very first baggage

And somehow I still feel sad for him

Now he sends her this song

says I’m not that guy

I’d never hit a woman

my only weapon is my tongue

He just sits drunkenly, tells the next girl that he sees

what’s yours should’ve been mine

He’s never hit her so

He sends this song to her, swears he’s different and that he’s not that guy

But it was just a matter of time

Like I Once Did (in progress)

You left New York for a backyard and a divorce

I bet it’s hard to admit that you’re off worse

I’m seein ten years down the line

You’re teaching your daughter how to stay quiet

I thought I’d speak at your wedding

be there when you’re pregnant

Now I’m just a name you bring up when you’re yelling, collateral damage

I wish I’d slept with your boyfriend

At least I’d’a had a choice then

And your story would make sense, you’d have a clean conscience

Can we go back to the days before him? I’m scared that I can’t love like I once did

Do you remember that night when you slept in my bed

with your sister and David?

I gave up the couch when he locked you out

bet that won’t be part of your vows

You said it’s an honor to be your friend

then you honored it by staying with him

I still think of that time when I dried your eyes

grieving side by side

I wish I’d slept with your boyfriend

At least I’d’a had a choice then

And your story would make sense, you’d have a clean conscience

Can we go back to the days before him? I’m scared that I can’t love like I once did