I was tired of being put right downnBy myself for not being what you nThought you had foundnPulled hard in two directions by a nDesire to learnnAnd my old affectionsnnWhen I tried to share my world with younYou could not seem to toleratenThe people I had grown to lovenThey shrank under your scrutiny,nBecame the ones you'd hatennWhy did everything, every little thingnEvery little thingnWith you and me have to be so political?nnI was feeling a little underwhelmednAbout hanging around with you and nFeeling over cautiousnEvery word, every little look, every little signnEvery little phrasenPut me deeper in your doghousennYou'd let me out to run across your worldnI ran into a wall you told me I built younThen you'd reel me in, ream me out, pick me upnPush me out againnAnd then repeat itnnToo busy tripping on my tongue nTo try and stand my groundnI can still see myself crying in your lapnAsking you are you happy with the man you have found?nI'm grateful for what you did for menI can see things now I never would have seennToday I thought about what could have beennBut could never be for you and menBecause everything, every little thingnEvery little thingnWith you and me had to be so political