Why don't you do all the things that I tell ya|You know how it makes me so mad|The crumbs that I left on the table at breakfast|your pants on the floor make me sad|The keys that need cutting|the lawn that needs mowing|Resentment is growing|our hearts turn to stone|You flinch when I enter the room where you're standing|Just looking at stuff on your phone||And I've tried|to live with you my sweet manchild|And I've tried|but you'll never change|and I'll die||But why don't you do all the things that I tell ya|You know how it pains me within|The mortgage renewal just left on the sideboard|Your apathy turned me to gin|The passion, the fire|where is the desire?|What's found on your cold empty side of the bed?|Our love has receded along with your hairline|Repelled by the words we both said||And I've tried|to live with you my sweet manchild|And I've tried|but you'll never change|and I'll die||Ha ha|Ooh||It's sad, but I can't live with you