When I gave him the heave-hove

When I gave him the heave-hove,
He said you’re a hard-hearted one, love.

I said, it’s not so much I don’t care,
As how much I can bear.

It’s the little things you do and say
That pile up night after day.

They throw a light on your mind
They tell me you’re far from kind.

It’s not something that can change
And it’s beyond my coping range.

You want me to fit your picture plan, your hope,
You think it’s fine if I have to narrow my scope.

I thought about it and you know what?
I could no more live in a cage than with that.

To even expect it from me is fine rum,
So here’s a long wave good-bye instead, chum.