Really though, why don't people in relationships just be up front and communicate about the things that are going on between them? If you have other life goals than your man, don't pull some trickery to have a baby join you in your miscommunication. If you're not feeling your significant other, let them know or leave; don't cheat. If you have pet peeves driving you crazy; don't let it boil to explosion. Talk it out first.
See we’ve been together for a couple years now.
“Shit, or get up off the pot” is coming from our peers now.
We talked kids, but I’m picturing the movie Ghoulies.
Your clock ticks louder daily in your girly tubeys.
And I’m a sharp tooly, but my maturity’s juvey.
To prove it, sound a fart and watch my humor get unruly.
Want me responsible for a human? Guess I’m not ready.
The birth control business is booming and we contribute plenty.
Hope I’m not being petty, but them pills you’re still on ‘em?
Don’t go doing something crazy like poking holes in them condoms.
‘Fore it gets to that point, cuckoo birds and psycho bees,
let me be your friend and let me be the first to know please.
Talking Interlude 1:
Yeah, I mean, I do want to have kids at some point, you know, but don’t push me.
Ah, I don’t know if I’m ready right now though. So, just don’t be pushing me.
You know, don’t be doing, don’t be doing that crazy shit.
I’ve seen it happen. I’ve seen it happen. It’s crazy.
“I’m pregnant.” …No.
A couple years now, they say an itch comes along after seven of ‘em.
But I’ve seen full body rashes with no mending of ‘em.
No science to the time table, so…
(First to know, just let me be) the first to know,
if you ain’t feeling this or want to go
try your song of charm on another live snake show.
‘Cause I don’t want to have to worry ‘bout you coming home.
Kiss me sleeping with chapped lips, residue of baby foam.
Or wake up with a bone in your thigh and have you ignore it.
Faking you’re asleep, want left alone, got no appetite for it.
Because your girls been in your ear, telling you what you want to hear,
that I should ring your finger and if not, you’re in the clear
to grind your gears, arch your back, bat your eyes and advertise
my favorite rear, attracting guys to get down and un-sanitized.
Don’t fish for other fish in the sea, before you leave.
Don’t be that dirty, just let me be the first to know please.
Talking Interlude 2:
Really though. I mean if you want to go somewhere else, hey, I don’t want to keep you.
Just let me know, and you’re free to go. It’s that easy.
Yeah, just don’t be bringing that stuff back home into bed with me. Don’t be out with some other guy.
You know. Let me be the first to know.
We’re tip-toeing a tightrope, and waiting for the rope to bust.
The distance we’re going is setting records for the both of us.
Loving it, but also knowing it’s smother and choking us.
On overload, some days play out like a Seinfeld episode.
It’s the little things, attack nerves without warning.
Your blood boiling ‘cause I didn’t make the bed this morning.
You slammed the freezer when you found your ice cream gone.
Threatened to leave me, couldn’t hear you ‘cause the game was on.
Sever my peepee when I’m sleeping, ‘cause I folded laundry?
Petting your peevey wrongly, ‘til you put a domestic on me?
You want to poison my dinner over a pile of clothes?
Don’t let it build, just let me be the first to know.
Talking Interlude 3:
Ha. Sounds easy right? Why isn’t it then?
You know, if you got, if you got a problem, pet peeves, you know we all got habits.
Just let me be the first to know and we can fix it. Or, we can get on.
Why do couples have so much problem communicating?
Let it ride.
from Talkin' Story,
released October 14, 2016
Produced by Samuel Jonathan Johnson Jr.
Additional guitar & bass by J8.