He's all right
He's always all right
And it's right for you
Sitting in solitude
With another person
Waiting for the mood to change
Arranging yourselves in a way
So that you can stay in the same place
For hours on end
And not talk to friends
Bending your lives to each other's will
Still thinking
That everything's fine
But wait a minute
Just wait a minute
Just a minute
Just wait
On a Tuesday
The mood can finally shift
And sift into a more mellow tone
Alone you sit and wait
Baiting him with flirty texts
Next to the spot where he normally is
You drift into a panic
Wondering if you're back yet
Since he's not back yet
Maybe when he shows up
Hyde won't be hiding anymore
And all that'll be in store for you
Is an argument
Like the one you had last week
And the week before
Repeating conflicts on tiled floor
Newly washed
So that everything sparkles
The shine shielding the harshness
Of what's underneath
But he comes home
And goes to bed
He's not happy
But he's quiet about it
And you'll take it
As you crawl into bed
His head carefully placed
On his pillow
Far from yours
You tour his body with your fingers
But you only linger long enough
To make sure he's not that guy yet
And he's not
He's just asleep
But wait a minute
Just wait a minute
Just a minute
Just wait
On a Wednesday
He starts the fight
The big fight
The last fight
The right fight to make you
Storm out
Into bright happy weather
It's a fight about ambitions
The mission of the relationship
Tripping over each other
To be the one who's right
Lighting each other's points on fire
Watching them burn up
The bigger point
Pointing at objects
You'd throw if you had the balls
Making tall orders
Ordering doors slammed
Crammed into your tiny car
You replay where you could have defused
Used how you feel to calm yourself down
Drowned his fury and yours
In adoration
You drive around
You see a movie
You leave voicemails
You wait for him to call
Late that night
You arrive softly
Creeping into your own apartment
Your department not even noted
You've been demoted to a sour note
At the end of a horrible day
That wasn't horrible because of you
But became your fault anyway
That was your day
And his
Because everything has to be
One and the same
But wait a minute
Just wait a minute
Just a minute
Just wait
On a Thursday
He'll get quiet again
Talk to your friends online
Tell them he's not fine, he's not okay
Yesterday was Hell
And it was your fault
And why don't you understand that?
And why don't you know
What he's writing in e-mails
That won't get read to you
While you glue things that need gluing
Construing his bad mood
As the post-hurricane blues
So you become the handy dude
Who can take two broken things
And make them united
No more fights will be ignited
Under your watch
He lists his grievances
To strangers
To exes
To former sex partners
To co-workers
To jerks who tell him
What he needs to hear
To guys who wouldn't date him
But would screw him
And leave him
And are willing to tell him
Anything to make that happen
They're not homewreckers
Because really
Would you call this a home?
The doors are falling off
The drawers are sticking
The ticking clocks all show the wrong times
And dimes are floating under every cushion
And kitchen appliance
There's not enough of them
To make it worth
Picking them up
So they their collecting dust
Watching their value
Be negated
With active negligence
But wait a minute
Just wait a minute
Just a minute
Just wait
On a Friday
Things are fine
You arrive to sweet lines
And sweet apologies
Bleeding promises
About times that will be better
Times that are forthcoming
Coming closer to you everyday
And if you wait
The payday will be so great
It'll just mean another day
Another week
Another fight
Another night
Sleeping next to him
Being with him
Waiting for him
To be done waiting for you
To end the waiting
So just wait
Keep waiting
Just keep waiting
Just another minute
Just a minute
Just wait
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