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 game so well I had to leave ya 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 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 recognize The seam of us is splitting, I can't stitch it I had to leave ya I had to leave ya