When you said you loved me, did you really love me?
Or did the words just spill out like drool on my pillow?

When you said you needed me, did you really need me?
Or was it just someone? Oh, you’d take anything.

Did you date a lot in high school?
Couldn’t you find some young valentine
To steal your heart for good?
Were you content, or contemptible?
Are your memories pleasant?
Or is it a string of endless flings of bitter resentment?
Seems that what you want and what you need doesn’t mean a thing.
We’re just here for the taking.

When you said you’d hurt me, did you think you hurt me?
Are you really that cocky? Yeah, oh, what a heartbreaker!
Well, I’ve got my armor, yeah, I’ve been through some battles before
So how much of this relationship was rehearsed?

Did you act out as a child?
Still, I lie beside you, and that’s what really hurts.

When you said you’d leave me, well, why haven’t you left me?
What are we still doing here, so desperate for company?
There’s a greyhound on Jackson Street.
There’s an airport in Council Bluffs.
Hell, there’s a car in the driveway; fifty ways to get lost.
But as I hold you and listen to you sleeping.
I’m starting to wonder if you really believe
That you’d ever really leave.

Would you leave me an orphan
In that big brown leather chair?
The one you’ve lugged around from town to town
For all these years.
It’s the trophy of your childhood,
Like a shark’s tooth or gator skin boots.
But this one holds you prisoner; it holds me prisoner too.
What we need to set us free is to let go of each other.
Let go of everything.

When I said I loved you, it was because I loved you.
When I said I needed you, well, I really need you.
Yeah, I guess you hurt me.
Well, guess what? I’m leaving.
I can’t be your prisoner...

I won’t.

The Good Life, em Inmates... Nunca fez tanto sentido.