Can’t Stand For This

So here we are this summer night
The sticky tabletop takes the light
And makes your cheek so sleek so tight
Your sister’s off and to the left
She’s whispering promises to my friend
He buys a round for us again

Your hair hits my head which I hide
Deep inside my sleeve
I need a big break from your big face
You turn to your sis with your lisp
Say you’re done with this
And fly into the street
As I come up for a peek

You go from store to store buying skirts that just don’t fit
Startup silly conversation in the hope I never notice
Your thigh that’s moving out as I move in for the kiss
I told you before I can’t stand for this
I call you on the phone asking when we can begin
You say you keep your evenings open hoping love will fill it in
Then to find you making dates with this South American
I told you before I can’t stand for this

Woke up my head man it sure hurt
Left my Walkman in your purse
Hit your place not calling first
Marched four flight of broken stair
Only to find you lying there
In your Colombian love affair

You stay half asleep with your cheek
Pressed against his chest
You freaked when you saw my crumbling face
You say that it’s best not to stress
But you’re all a mess
Your makeup runs a race
And your cheek has lost its place

You say things are still the same but your heart is so unsure
You just keep on playing games but you’re running out of quarters
You’re working through the words but his spit is on your lip
I told you before I can’t stand for this
Now your eyes are up in mine and there’s nowhere I can hide
I can feel them digging down taking razors to my insides
Are burning like a bitch but you’re giving me my fix
I told you before I can’t stand for this so

What have you got to make this love survive?
I said now what have you got make this love survive?
I said what have you got make this love survive? I got nothing

I look at the break In your nose
I was taken by your glow
When I ran my finger down
That was then, this is now, and somehow
We got lost between
It seemed that things were right
Even if it was one night

And your bags are all but packed driving back to old LA
Cross the country with your man in his second hand Mercedes
Is up stealing cross the street and I’m feeling like I missed
I told you before I can’t stand for this
The illusion makes me sick and I know that I’m to blame
Hope you’re happy with his love hope you’re happy about my pain
I will throw it all to you cause I hate myself to bits
I told you before I can’t handle this but

But what have you got to make this love survive?