Wish I had no expectations All these tears that I cry while I'm turned to the side And you're in the same fucking bed But I expect, you expect, we expect With no confrontation I really wish we could talk about it instead Up in bed, all alone Wondering

Ha, ha, charade you are You're nearly a laugh But you're really a cry You're nearly a good laugh Mary you're nearly a treat Big man, pig man You well heeled big wheel And when your hand is on your heart Almost a joker