The Fifteen People Telling Me to Move

The fifteen people telling me to move
Plan on staying
So what the fuck?

They got every reason
I should go
And they're telling me
How sad they'd be
To see me leave
As they're putting their foot on my ass
Trying to get me out the door

And I say--I like it here
And they say--No, you don't
You don't like it here
There's nothing to do here

And I say--I find stuff to do here
And they say--Like what?
And I say--I hang out with you guys
And they look at me
Like I've insulted them

They tell me they're not going to be here much longer
But it's been awhile
A long time
Since any of them left
And they all came back
So what does that tell you?

What does that tell you
About the odds
Of going somewhere else
And sticking there
You know what I mean?

The fifteen people telling me to move
Use a hundred and fifty reasons
One for each of their fingers
And none for their toes

They list the reasons
Why I'm too good to stick around

Funny, I used to respect people
Who stuck around
But apparently
It's no longer
An admirable trait

They tell me I need to go somewhere
Where I can be appreciated
And I say--Well, you guys appreciate me, don't you?
And they say--No, no we don't.

They say--We don't respect you, is more what it is
We don't respect you
Because you're here
Because you're here and you're not going anywhere

Where are you going, man?
--They ask, shaking their heads

Where are you going?

The fifteen people telling me to move
Should be the fifteen reasons I love it here

But the more they talk
The more they convince me

That maybe I've got
No reason to stay