Can’t Stand for This

Lyrics

So here we are, this summer night The sticky tabletop takes the light And makes your cheek so sleek, so tight Your sister's off and to the left She's whispering promises to my friend He buys a round for us again Your hair hits my head, which I hide Deep inside my sleeve I need a big break from your big face You turn to your sis with your lisp Say you're done with this And fly into the street As I come up for a peek You go from store to store, buying skirts that just don't fit Start up silly conversation in the hope I never notice Your thigh that's moving out as I move in for the kiss I told you before, I can't stand for this I call you on the phone asking whеn we can begin You say you keep your evеnings open, hoping love will fill it in Then to find you making dates with this South American I told you before, I can't stand for this Woke up, my head, man, it sure hurt Left my Walkman in your purse Hit your place, not calling first Marched four flight of broken stair Only to find you lying there In your Colombian love affair You stay half asleep with your cheek Pressed against his chest You freaked when you saw my crumbling face You say that it's best not to stress But you're all a mess Your makeup runs a race And your cheek has lost its place You say things are still the same, but your heart is so unsure You just keep on playing games, but you're running out of quarters You're working through the words, but his spit is on your lip I told you before, I can't stand for this Now your eyes are up in mine and there's nowhere I can hide I can feel them digging down, taking razors to my insides Are burning like a bitch, but you're giving me my fix I told you before, I can't stand for this so What have you got to make this love survive? I said, now, what have you got to make this love survive? I said, what have you got to make this love survive? I got nothing I look at the break in your nose I was taken by your glow When I ran my finger down That was then, this is now, and somehow We got lost between It seemed that things were right Even if it was one night And your bags are all but packed, driving back to old LA Cross the country with your man in his secondhand Mercedes Is up stealing 'cross the street and I'm feeling like I missed I told you before, I can't stand for this The illusion makes me sick and I know that I'm to blame Hope you're happy with his love, hope you're happy about my pain I will throw it all to you 'cause I hate myself to bits I told you before, I can't handle this, but But what have you got to make this love survive?