how sick of me must you be by now? while you're standing just outside of
  what your pride will allow, always reaching into yourself to find a new way to
  understand me. when i'm sure that there's no one else in the world that could
  withstand me. yeah, the first person in your life to ever really matter is
  saying the last thing that you want to hear. and you are listening hard through
  the splintering shards of your life as it shatters. and you're standing firm
  and you're staying close and you're seeing clear. i took to the stage with my
  outrage in the bad old days when you were the "make me mad" guy. but
  the songs they come out more slowly now that i am the bad guy. and i say, baby
  i'm sorry that i am so crazy, i am astounded by your patience. but you say/
  "believe or not baby, the joy you bring me still outweighs it."
  yeah, the first
  person in your life to ever really matter is saying the last thing that you
  want to hear. and you are listening hard through the splintering shards of
  your life as it shatters, and you're standing firm and you're staying close
  and you're seeing clear. tell me how sick of me must you be by now?