Your boyfriend doesn’t deserve you. Not to creep you out, but I watch you enough to know just how he hurts you. If you were my girlfriend, I’d pay attention to you. Not saying a whole bunch, considering how much I already do. But he’s lying next to you, I’m in the treehouse outside. He gets to hold you, whenever he wants to. I sleep alone all night. He gets to wake up in the sunshine of your love & doesn’t care, but he’s the one that gets to be with you. It’s not fair. Just imagine, what if I was the “good guy” and he was the lowdown, lovesick loser lurking outside. Aside from the ski-mask, what would the difference be? You may as well kick him out and take a chance on me. Cause I would always hold your hand, and I would always understand. And, when you want me to fuck off, you know I’m good at getting lost. He says he loves you but he don’t. He says he’ll be there but he won’t. When are you gonna wake up and see that I’m the one? He’s lying next to you. I’m in the treehouse outside. He gets to hold you whenever he wants to. I’ll sleep alone all night. He gets to wake up in the sunshine of your love and doesn’t care, but he’s the one who gets to be with you.
He’s the one that gets to be with you? It’s not fair.
This album seems to perfectly encapsulate modern life for an entire generation of the working class. It's a record of experiences shared by so many. An amazing and important work of art. Roll The Hard Six