Honey cant you see you’re bringing me down?
I don’t like the way you sound when your voice gets too loud.
Darling, I am sick and tired of the fighting.
How far can we spin out before righting?
I feel like a broken record spinning round and round;
I can hear myself repeating but I can’t stop the sound.
Lately you’ve been looking like an old house with a leaky, leaky roof.
Wallpaper torn and peeling where the kids stole a piece for proof.
They wanted to show they had been there,
They wanted their friends to know.
But what does it matter if no one lives there?
Why does it count if no one’s home?