How sick of me Must you be By now While you're standing just outside Of what your pride will allow Always reaching into yourself To find a new way to understand me When i'm sure that there's no one else In the world Who could withstand me The first person in your life To ever really matter Is saying the last thing That you want to hear And you are listening hard Through the splintering shards Of your life as it shatters And you're standing firm And you're staying close And you're seeing clear I took to the stage With my outrage In the bad old days When you were the make-me-mad guy But the songs They come out more slowly Now that i am the bad guy And i say, i'm sorry i'm so crazy I am astounded by your patience And you say, believe it or not, baby The joy you bring me Still outweighs it The first person in your life To ever really matter Is saying the last thing That you want to hear And you are listening hard Through the splintering shards Of your life as it shatters And you're standing firm And you're staying close And you're seeing clear How sick of me Must you be By now? Acoustic ba** ‹ jason Pianet, organ, singing ‹ julie Pedal steel ‹ lloyd maines Singing ‹ mark hallman Tenor guitar, singing ‹ ani