WHO'S TAKIN' CARE OF ME?

by Stan C. Countz

Recently, I caught you humming
a catchy little ditty while you were shaving
You used to call me "stunning"
and "witty" but to me you were sure amazing

It seems to me you're running
to the city and my dreams are quickly fading
The truth may not be pretty
But I’m sick of all this wondering and waiting

I’m beginning to piece together why
You seem so tired every night
I think I finally see the light
It's time to give you the boot

Or have you been getting it somewhere else?
Or maybe you’re taking care of it yourself?
Either way, for the sake of my mental health
I need to know the truth…

You gotta be gettin' it somewhere else
I don't think it's comin' free
Or maybe you’re takin’ care of yourself
But who’s takin’ care of me?

I was just too blind to see
It was right before my eyes
Didn't seem happy to see me
I'm tired of all your lies

I was thinkin' you were missin' me
Wishin’ you were kissin’ me
I could see all the signs
But I was just too blind to see

You were doin' good for yourself
But you put me on the back shelf
You were takin' care of yourself
But who's takin' care of me?