Nice to Strangers

Your voice on the phone

Has a different sound

And when you’re out you’re great

As long as I’m not around

And they feel bad for you

And you?

You’re nice to strangers

You bow your head

And blush on cue

And say ‘Woe is me’

You laugh at jokes

And give out hugs

And cry easily

And me?

Well, I’m the bad one

I’m not the one they feel sorry for

I’m not who makes them concerned

I’m not the one who’s so put upon

I’m just the one who gets burned

I’m a bitch

I don’t talk to strangers

Your life is an open book

And mine’s a porn magazine

You’re America’s sweetheart

And me?  I’m just mean

They see you coming and they’re ready to play

They see me coming and they just turn away

You need to be saved

And me?

I should do the saving

But what about when we get home?

What about after the game?

What about when the masks fall off

And we both look the same?

The nice you won’t come home with me

The nice you stays at the bar

The nice you won’t make things easy

The nice you gets left in the car

The guy at home makes empty threats

The guy at home likes taking bets

To push and see how far I’ll go

To fuck me up and let me know

That if this ends then I’m to blame

That nobody will know my name

That people say I tag along

And that I’m the one who’s in the wrong

And you?

You’re nice to strangers

And it’s too bad

I’m not a stranger