Lyrics
I offered up my jewels, for you to use like toolsTo break you out, so you could meet me, face to faceWhat did they do to you to make you so confusedThat you would rather be an agent of disgrace?
You left - I took it personally. You criticized with no reserveI tried - I held my breath for thirty years. It wreaked havoc on my nerves
I'm not beatin' down your doors anymoreAnd I'm not yellin' 'til I'm crazy and soreI'm not facin' off in this little war'Cause I've got better things to do with my time
Imagine my surprise, when I learned what you despiseIt's not this whole damned world, and it's not me, it's youAnd so I guess this means that all the years I dreamed That I could fix it, there was nothing I could do
You left - you weren't dead, exactly, but you were never quite aliveAnd you bet that that made it hard for me to see that it's possible to thrive
CHORUS
Things like laugh and cry and stare at the skyI just wish I knew why you had to leave us, had to leave us, but I've got to Reap and sow, and get on with the showI just hope you know how much we miss you; we all miss you so, but
I'm not beatin' down your doors anymoreAnd I'm not yellin' 'til I'm crazy and soreI'm not facin' off in this little war'Cause I've got better things to do with my time
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