The Flaunting

You do it again
Don’t you know how much it hurts
To see you flaunt yourself
To have to watch you flirt

Is it because you want to rub my face in it
That you choose to do it right under my nose?
If this is brazenly what you will do in front of me
Then I hate to think what you do behind doors that are closed

Are you trying to provoke me?
Trying to force a reaction?
Rile me into doing something
That’ll later need an apology and retraction

I think that you’ve forgotten that I’m your boyfriend
I think that you’ve forgotten that I’m there
Maybe it doesn’t matter to you what I think of it at all
Since it seems like you no longer care