Man Overboard

I try not to stand too close to myself I try not to listen to the things I say They say there's no such thing as self-abuse But you wonder how I can be trusted If I'm finely tuned or well adjusted Oh, pity about you Oh, pity about me Mostly pity about her Every time she comes inside You – had to run You had to run You wish that crush would go away You're not the only one ! Squinting at broad daylight Drumming up a conversation Parson's brass is pealing / appealing Drumming up a congregation Hands reaching for a glass of water Dry socks and razor rash Your shoes under my bed Dandruff, doona, cigarette ash I've tried to play it open-handed I've tried to make a fist of this Even when the questions are candid My arrows miss I've heard about your fragile ego Your shield, your sword What am I expected to do ? Shout Man Overboard ? Come around when I'm asleep Roll around, try to wake me That's all right, you've got to go now Words overtake me Your pubic hairs are on my pillow Your stubble rings the sink Your words under my sing Your table manners stink I paddle in the things I love You wallow in a swamp of trivia In a vase with insincere I love you's Next door's camellias I'm sick and tired of this position Hatched underneath your arm Crotch under stress You're little and it's come I'm bored – staring at the ceiling While you point out my faults I've watched the wallpaper pealing From slamming doors You talk about penis envy Your friends applaud What am I expected to do ? Shout Man Overboard ? Come across to other girls Look around and start a rumour Jealous wife scenes raise a smile a parties Like anal humour Are you addicted to attention ? Do you do it for effect ? You're wet, out of control, misunderstood and hen-pecked