Delusional

Come here baby, Wait a minute Boo
Please close the door and let me talk to you
Please don't fly off the handle and get all mad
Getting upset isn't the answer, things aren't that bad  
  
Let me help you with your bags and put things back  
Hell that's my high school picture, did you really want that  
You always asked why did I hang that picture there  
But here you have it wrapped, with the greatest of care  
    
Come on Boo, let's hang it back on the wall    
Let's put the lingerer back in to the draws    
And what's this Boo, the shirt I just took off  
It still smells of me and is still so soft  
    
Let's put that into the laundry, you wont be needing that  
Take this cologne and perfume, yeah baby, let's put it all back  
And what is this with the foil, hell baby why would you need steaks  
And two of them after that big meal we just ate  
    
Come on let's put it all back into the freezer  
And with the potatoes and pie, you're definitely no teaser  
Let's put all the stuff back where it belongs  
The sour cream, the butter, The Dom Perignon    
    
None of our problems along with this stuff matters  
You and I being together are the only things that matter  
Suitcase empty back into the closet it goes  
But I notice something else before the lid close  
    
A bunch of my condoms all linked in a line  
Fell out of a pocket and shattered my mind  
From my estimation there was at least nine  
All that other shit was okay, but you wearing my condoms is where I draw the line