Tied up in the wrong stuff
When you're attracted to violence
I know it's a problem
Your face is glued to the back of my eyelids
And in the church basement
With my anarchist leanings
I'm only there to see you
Thursday nights at the AA meetings
And if you don't want me around
Why am I still waiting?
Yeah, I'm still waiting right here for you
I'm still waiting
I should be taking a sabbatical from you
Sunday mornings, coffee with your friends before your French lessons
And me, "Je ne sais pas"
I'm still working on that passive aggression
Two-hundred bucks a week to talk about my lack of direction?
I got a bit of a complex
In case that wasn't clear from the last three sessions
"And If you're still feeling down, be honest with yourself
I think you still want me around"
That's why I'm still waiting
Yeah, I'm still waiting right here for you
I'm still waiting
I'm not taking a sabbatical from you
Waiting
Yeah, I'm still waiting right here for you
I'm still waiting
I'm not taking a sabbatical from you