Bobby works on weekends
And he's got a good hand
But he never keeps his promises
And I'm getting pretty tired of staying up
In the middle of the night
I smell the guilt on him as he
Smothers me with buffers and his
Winter coat that he just won't take off
"Bobby where are you going?
I've got work first thing in the morning"
But he didn't bother answering
Just turned and headed for the door
Under my bed
I keep a steak knife
These kids broke in six months ago
I guess it made me feel a little bold
Your leaving
Made me so uneasy
That I should learn to love myself without a reason or a doubt
And he's always coming in as I'm checking out
I didn't do it gently
Lord knows the man is heavy
But I think I hit an artery
So he never came to get me
Watching him slip
Got pretty tiresome
So I sat down and watched TV
As he finished ruining my mother's carpet
"Bobby look!" (Bobby look!, Bobby look!)
Its the show we liked
When you stopped coming home on weekdays
And I sat alone here every night
Oh baby
I see pretty clearly
That I should learn to love myself without a reason or a doubt
And he's always coming in as I'm checking out
Oh I should learn to love myself without a reason or a doubt
And he's always coming in as I'm checking out
And he's always coming in as I'm checking out
And he's always coming in as I'm checking out
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There's nothing but the rain
To wash the blood away
And all those old mistakes
Baby they burn with you today
There's nothing like the rain
To wash the blood away
And all those old mistakes
Baby they burn with you today
There's nothing like the rain
To wash the blood away
And all those old mistakes
Baby they burn with you today
There's nothing like the rain
To wash the blood away