A Thousand Zimmermans

You sang of inner-city tan lines
Like shotguns in the sand
Voice as the strongest marrow
It whittled down my attention span

But I, I never said I loved you
No, I never was that cruel
Despite my innocent shouting
I never signed up to play the fool

And now a thousand Zimmermans are lonely out in the country
And I got no one's hands left to shake

Because you made me feel like I was just the flavor of the week
Like some offhand promise you never intended to keep
So take your abandoned gospel as you go marching through the rain
I'm tired of these walls and headaches and of your predictable refrains

'Cause you, you never said you loved me
No, dear, you were much too cruel
Anchored in your academic tone
You always knew when to play it cool
And now a thousand Zimmermans