Social Exile

Is she more concerned
If he’s quick witted or dim
And is he able to hold his liquor
Or is he the guy who starts to make no sense
And is he known to fly into a rage
Or does he gang up to calmly control each helpless situation

And I hope he doesn’t need to know your whereabouts whenever you're
Not here
And I’m sick of him dangling Buddhist enlightenment, stealing your critic's ear

Social exile
She’s afraid of social exile (in for an inch but she's out for the marathon)
Who’s your patron
Who’s you client
Serve 'em your reliable fake smile
Social exile
She’s afraid of social exile
Who’s your patron
Who’s you client
In for an inch
In for a mile

Will she stay with him
Or will she walk away for good?
Or is she willing to tolerate him
Until she gets her call from Hollywood

Does he bring his smug opinions for a meal
Or does he put on his sensitive hat
Which side will he reveal?

And she knows his overtures to stop by anytime are imagined rendezvouses
And his sulking displays are killing her moment
Her body has memory too