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I sit there talking to myself
Why cant he turn it down?
He keeps that TV up so loud that I cant think
Every time I turn a page
He starts to talk about his day
Cant he see
Im trying to read
Its cold enough in here to freeze
He keeps it 68 degrees
Whats that man been thinking of
In all the years weve been together
Youd think hed know me better than he does
I sit there wondering to myself
Why he wears the same old clothes
With any sense, hed know theyre out of style
And d*mn that man why cant he tell
Im dying in this house
I aint been out on the town in quite a while
And cant he tell what mood Im in
The way Ive got my back to him
I dont feel like making love
In all the years weve been together,
Youd think hed know me better than he does
I sit there thinking to myself
Why hes been coming home so late
He knows that suppers waiting on the stove
I sit there lying to myself
About the suitcase in the hall
And the night I heard him call her on the phone
Said hed been thinking to himself
The way Ive treated him like hell
That Ive forgotten how to love
And right before he drove away
Through his tears I heard him say
I dont talk to him enough
In all the years weve been together
Youd think hed know me better than he does
In all the years weve been together
Why dont he know me better than he does?