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Better Man

Saturday, August 01, 2015

Waitin'
Watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop
Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech
As he opens the door, she rolls over...
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over

She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
Can't find a better man
Can't find a better man
Ohh...

Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know...
She tells herself, oh...
Memories back when she was bold and strong
And waiting for the world to come along...
Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone

She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
She lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
Can't find a better man
Can't find a better man
Yeah...

She loved him, yeah... she don't want to leave this way
She feeds him, yeah... that's why she'll be back again

Can't find a better man
Can't find a better man
Can't find a better man
Can't find a better... man...

(We could REALLY get into how I think about this song but I'll try to keep it short cause it's 12:36 on a Saturday morning, and really, who reads this shiit and cares anyway) I feel like the guy who comes to bed at 4:00am is like my dad and the woman is my mum. My dad was not good enough for her. I'm pretty sure he had a complex about it. Well, it was earned. Just because someone loves you it does not mean that you are obligated to love them back. From what I have heard, he started out as a nice guy. (my dad was 22 years older than my mum). While my mum was pregnant with my older brother, he had a heart attack and slowly started his descent into a miserable bastard. Until he found out he was dying. But that was only the last two months or so of his life. For the most part in their marriage, my mum just went along with what he said. Unless it was something way out of line (like assaulting one of the children, trying to make my brother become an altar boy, telling me I need a nose job) It's a funny coincidence that my mum's favourite colour is red. I'm so tired. Love to stay and chat but need to sleep.
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