Sick of Me

How sick of me must you be by now?
While you're standing just outside of what your pride will allow
Always reaching into yourself to find a new way to understand me
When I'm sure that there's no one else in the world
That could withstand me

Yeah, the first person in your life to ever really matter
Is saying the last thing that you want to hear
And you are listening hard through the splintering shards
Of your life as it shatters

And you're standing firm and you're staying close
And you're seeing clear
I took to the stage with my outrage in the bad old days
When you were the "Make me mad" guy

But the songs they come out more slowly
Now that I am the bad guy
And I say, baby, I'm sorry that I am so crazy
I am astounded by your patience
But you say, "Believe or not baby
The joy you bring me still outweighs it"

Yeah, the first person in your life to ever really matter is
Saying the last thing that you want to hear
And you are listening hard through the splintering shards
Of your life as it shatters

And you're standing firm and you're staying close
And you're seeing clear
Tell me how sick of me must you be by now?