Jig Is Up

I hate the way you talk to me, when you’ve had too much to drink,

I know I’m far from perfect but I’m not as bad as you think.

Nothing I can say can make this change, and make this feel like new.

Nothing I can say, can take away the things that we’ve been through.

It hurts like hell when we are fighting, every harsh word, more problems igniting. And it’s rare that I have nothing to say. It hurts like hell when we are fighting, every harsh word, more problems igniting, and I swear it will just go away. It hurts like hell when we are fighting, holding my tongue with words shaped like lightning, and it hurts having so damn much to say.