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   who could withstand me      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, i'm sorry i'm so crazy   I am astounded by your patience   and you say, believe it or not, baby   the joy you bring me   still outweighs it      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      how sick of me   must you be   by now?