Beck and Call

If you care to listen at all
 Compliments are always subtle
 Kind words, they rarely leave your mouth
 Underneath the weeping willow
 You're just drooling on your pillow
 All is well whenever you are right
 But now the pattern is all backwards
 Time will tell ya who will act first
 Same time new place
 Just another fight
 So who's gonna be at your beck and call?
 And if you're always right
 Why do you need anyone at all?
 Who's gonna be at your funeral?
 And although it tears me up
 You expect too much
 If you choose to take this service
 Shooting pains in both of your wrists
 Lack of sleep will triumph once again
 Under all the same condition
 Starts to feel like a tradition
 Every couple years pick up the pen
 Now the pattern is all backwards
 Time will tell ya who will act first
 Same time new place, just another fight
 So who's gonna be at your beck and call?
 And if you're always right
 Why do you need anyone at all?
 Who's gonna be at your funeral?
 And although it tears me up
 You expect too much
 You expect too much
 You expect too much
 You expect too much
 Too much
 You expect too much
 You expect too much
 You expect too much
 Too much
 You expect too much
 So who's gonna be at your beck and call?
 And if you're always right, why do you need anyone at all?
 So who's gonna be at your beck and call?
 And if you're always right, why do you need anyone at all?
 Who's gonna be at your funeral?
 And although it tears me up
 You expect too much