I wont ask you for nothing So dont hassle me, sweet thing You sit in the yard while I combed your hair Your bags and guitar wait out on the stairs So when Im weak, I wont ask for tear sympathy And when I weep, just act like you dont hear me You can pretend I dont pay the rent While you and your friends get faded and bent But in spite of my desire to please Babe, Im gonna have to leave And Im sorry That you can say The two words that might make me stay I guess I understand now that I have a band Cant meet demands from the seat of a van So I cant be bummed when you dont come home I wasnt stunned you didnt answer your phone You were right You didnt try The day my cat died Sigh sigh sigh No, I dont need no more grief But, babe, Im gonna have to leave And Im sorry That you dont know The two words that wont make me go Between the tattoos, your band and the weed You leave no you to be a man for my needs And if everything you do is killer From no plans to cans of Miller Well, yes, I guess it only made our love iller And iller till it died Sigh sigh sigh I hate to see our lives unweave Babe, Im gonna have to leave And Im sorry That you never found The two words that mightve kept me around
sigh, iller, babe, sorry, leave