Dirty Laundry

You can look at me like I'm nothing but dirty laundry
Use your finger to deny my open mouth silently
You can creep and crawl
Then stall when it's your turn to touch me
Learned to play your little games so well

I had to leave ya
I had to leave ya
I had to leave ya

Such a masochist, the last I'll kiss if I can help it
I'm altruistic, full of mischief, and a little jealous
It's a loss or draw, or what you'd call a son of a bitch
Hate to see you so dependent but

I have to leave ya
I have to leave ya
Have to leave ya
I have to leave ya
I have to leave ya
Have to leave ya

There are days when I don't go outside
There are days when I don't go outside
There are days when I don't go outside
There are days, there are days

It's hard to know if I could be a person who provides
Security, 'cause recently I'm falling out of line
It's hard to hold, and hard to feel, and hard to recognise
The seam of us is splitting, I can't snitch it

I had to leave ya
I had to leave ya