She Don't Need Me Anymore

david falcone
 

She don't need me anymore,

Like the old shoes lying on the closet floor

Like a message in a bottle floating far from shore,

She don't need me anymore

Wake up in the morning, she's already out or bed,

Tuck myself in at night, she's sleeping like she's dead

and in between, she's busy, busy baking bread,

She don't need me anymore

I don't know where, when or what went wrong,

Sometimes short, sometimes long

Sometimes weak, sometimes strong,

She don't need me anymore

When I stand up to speak, my words are always heard,

by a wall, a carpet, and some furniture

waiting for an answer is a bit hard to endure,

She don't need me anymore

Talking to her friends, they say "for sure",

"he needs to be dressed and fed and sent on out the door,

but if you are really honest, is he really worth the chore",

You don't need him anymore

Whenever she's away, I'll send her a card,

Writer her a letter, forward my regard

but the postal service stamps a special message just for me,

"Can't deliver, don't know  where she be"

I don't know where, when or what went wrong,

Sometimes short, sometimes long

Sometimes right, but mostly wrong,

I don't know where the damn things gone

An honest days work for an honest days pay,

when the cats away, the mice will play

but I don't mind missing that early matinee,

She don't need me anymore

She knows what I know, what I feel, and what I see,

my past, my future, and what it means to me

It appears, one of us is simply unnecessary,

I'm not needed anymore

Can't you see there's just somethings that don't last long

thrown away when they get too strong

And we kind of knew, sort of, anyway, all along,

She wouldn't need me anymore

I don't know where, when or what went wrong,

Sometimes short, sometimes long

Sometimes weak, sometimes strong,

She don't need me anymore