I love you
For senti...
I mean detrimental reasons
I mean that in a nice way
Well, the nicest way possible
Perhaps I should explain myself
You see, loving you has proven to be a full time occupation with overtime
Bad hours and no time and half 
And of course,
Poor benefits
My time sheet reads like a prison log
I've become something of a matrimonial martyr 
This is a no-win situation that I've found myself in
Dependent on your affection to quench my unquenchable thirst
They say love yourself 
So why do you always come first?
We've been here before
The slow jams, the fudge covered strawberries, candlelight romantic séances
The wine, the roses, cliché greeting cards that try to say what can't be conveyed in words
Grapes...
I hate grapes,
And I hate this feeling, this dependency, this...addiction
Now there is a peculiar choice of word
Familiar when talking about narcotics and illegal substances, 
Foreign in the wheelings and dealings of this cancer we call "love"
You take me for granted
You think you can't be supplanted
You're a B.I.T.C.
I can't say it
Though you've more than earned that title
With your antics
Degradation won't be the path of this anecdote
Rather, let us just understand that what we have can't be understood 
Perhaps it's best to cut our losses and resign from one another
Find new work
Move on, buy the farm, and terminate our unholy union
Ok, perhaps that was a bit dramatic
What I am trying to say is
Loving you just isn't fun anymore
Things aren't the same
I feel like I'm Alicia
Because "you don't know my name"
And I swear on my mother and father it feels like.... 
Hell.