You’d Think He Know Me Better

I sat there talking to myself:
Why can't he turn it down?
He keeps that TV up so loud that I can't think
And every time I turn a page
He starts to talk about his day

Can't he see I'm trying to read
And it's cold enough in here to freeze
He keeps it 68 degrees
What's that man been thinking of?

In all the years we've been together
You think he'd know me better than he does
I sat there wondering to myself
Why he wears those same old clothes
But then he says he knows they're out of style
And damn that man
Why can't he tell I'm dying in this house?

I ain't been out on the town in quite a while
And can't he tell what mood I'm in
The way I've got my back to him
I don't feel like making love
In all the years we've been together
You think he'd know me better than he does

I sat there thinking to myself
Why's he been coming home so late?
He knows his supper's waiting on the stove
And I sat there lying to myself
About the suitcase in the hall

And the night I heard him call her on the 'phone
Said he'd been thinking to himself
How I 've treated him like hell
And I've forgotten how to love
And right before he drove away

Through his tears, he tried to say
I don't talk to him enough
In all the years we've been together
You'd think he'd know me better than he does
In all the years we've been together
Why don't he know me better than he does?