you tell me

If this is love, it's over-rated.
I've waited for your love, it's overdue.
I'm last on the list of the men you have hated.
That's such a compliment coming from you.

If this is love, don't oversell me.
I settled for your love, look what I've found.
Your curses and yells don't overwhelm me.
Your car keys and cigarettes are lying on the ground.

You tell me,
"Don't talk about me behind my back!"
You tell me,
"Separate fact from rumor."
Your new beau's got the sensitivity I lack.
With you in love, he's gonna need a sense of humor.

First you slip in the booth and pull the curtain,
then flip the switch.
Nothing's for certain.
The result's are in and I'm not hurting.

If this is love I never voted.
In fact it never registered before
but to the party your life has been devoted
and now I'm your candidate
bolting for the door.

You tell me
you tell me
you tell me
about all your heartache
your lies and drama, too.