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
 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?