Tied up in the wrong stuff When you're attracted to violence I know it's a problem Your face is glued to the back of my eyelids And in the church basement With my anarchist leanings I'm only there to see you Thursday nights at the AA meetings And if you don't want me around Why am I still waiting? I'm still waiting right here for you I'm still waiting I should be taking a sabbatical from you Sunday mornings, coffee with your friends before your French lessons And me, Je ne c'est pas, I'm still working on that passive aggression Two hundred bucks a week to talk about my lack of direction? I got a bit of a complex, in case that wasn't clear from the last three sessions "If you're still feeling down, be honest with yourself, I think you still want me around" That's why I'm still waiting Yeah, I'm still waiting right here for you I'm still waiting I'm not taking a sabbatical from you Waiting Yeah, I'm still waiting right here for you I'm still waiting I'm not taking a sabbatical from you