Why in the hell you let her slip by?

You are full of double standards,
Like a wave, it will eventually shift it time
I listen to decreese like commandments
I try to stay in line
But you play innocent
"this is heaven sent"
Yeah, I have somethings to say
But for now I can't look you in the face
I feel like we're waiting for the day that we will be better people,
Please tell me, how do you say?...
Let's be more realistic
I look through the tunnel and see this chaos never ends
I'm dreaming of a plane ride
that ends in a destination unknown to you
And that's that, it's you.
So your nap time carries more company than I like
I feel it in her glare,
Is this in spite?
It holds me like a whore this hatred I'm always coming back for more.
I am not the needle or the thread, I just watch the sower from his bed. Patching up the holes in the stories I've been fed
Those fairy tales, magic trails, they're only good for putting me to bed
They say this butter knife ain't dangerous, but like I see you I can see it has a double edge.
So goodnight baby have sweet dreams
Cus I can't sleep when you've torn out my seems
and high jacked my dream land
And destroyed all the hope
Please , oh please tell me
How her resting her head on you is part of physical accountability
If I had nap time with your father, could you blame me
And if you said you want emotional accountability, to take every thought into captivity
Then tell me how the things that she talks about falls into that plan
When you literally tell her to turn her chest away from you,
When in front of you inside her shirt her breast is cupped by her hand.
She tells me to walk wire to consider the struggle at hand to stay above board, that this is part of the plan.
Well you told me this time was different that things would be great,
But I'm crying out harder these past two days
Than I ever have cried for you
Cus I'm so done with your truth.
It's wrong, I shouldn't have to ever be used to another woman in your bed.
I will never be ok with on your shoulder her resting her head
Or making sure your foreheads touch when she's reading along.
I am not ok with this!
This my heart tells me is wrong
If no other woman who is not your wife
Is allowed to touch you
Then tell me why you let her slip by
If I am your love and we can't even hug
then tell me, tell ,tell me, me, tell.
Why in the hell you let her slip by?