Cups

I got stacks of cups in my room I ain't slept in a week or two But I'm trying I'm trying not to blame you It's not your fault I'm not organized It's not your fault that I hate the way I look sometimes Or is it babe Or is it babe So tell me why You spend your time with him He won't even clean for you He don't even dream of you And I'd be willing to clean up my act and my room If it meant just a day of your life An hour of your time A moment of you and I The laundry's piling up Burning holes in my self confidence It's the way you make me feel When I'm all alone I'm never home you never answer your phone It's not the way you show him off, baby It's the way you felt the need you didn't need to speak to me Or give me the time or reasons why So tell me why You spend your time with him He won't even clean for you He don't even dream of you And I'd be willing to clean up my act and my room If it meant just a day of your life An hour of your time A moment of you and I Why Do you spend your time with him He won't even clean for you He don't even dream of you And I'd be willing to clean up my act and my room If it meant just a day of your life An hour of your time A moment of you and I