All The Things That Should Bother Me

He kissed someone else

Did it bother me?

You know, the thing is

There are all sorts of things that should bother me

His dirty shirts thrown on the floor

Should bother me

His long, drawn-out stares

At the television that last for three days should bother me

His constant mumbling in his sleep

Should bother me

But the kiss?

The kiss doesn't bother me

Not as much as all the other things

Not when I really think about it

I mean, I make the majority of the money in this relationship

I lose my job and we're out on the street

I pay for the vacations and the amenities and the frills and the fun

And he acts like it's all just a given

Like I don't mind doing it

Which I wouldn't if he acknowledged that I don't have to

I don't give support

I am support

So a kiss?

Hell, I can allow a kiss

What's a kiss?

Somebody saying 'Your boyfriend's hot?'

Well isn't that why I date him?

So other people can look at me with envy?

I mean, I'm not hanging around for the sparking conversation

I can tell you that much

The sex is good and I'm confident

I'm the only one having it with him

What more can I ask for than that, huh?

All his kisses

C'mon, let's all be adults about this

We're talking about lips here

Not dicks, not genitalia

Not the possibility of actually fucking

Just lips

A kiss

Sorry I can't get myself riled up over that

Because I have bills

I have loans

I have paperwork on my kitchen table

That says--You are an adult

So my boyfriend getting drunk and being stupid

Well that's a fucking given

Because trust me

There ain't a piece of paper anywhere

That has his name on it

And there sure as shit isn't a piece of paper

That has both on ours name on it so--

. . . . .

Maybe that's the trouble, you know?

Who knows

Maybe that's the fucking trouble