Those lines that
they print on sheets
aren't meant as borders, Babe,
yet you keep barring my way
so that I can't cross,
maybe beds oughta come with
a great big middle divider,
with a window so that I can
peep through at what I've lost.
The breakfast table was
never meant to be so silent
I can hear the coffee gurgling
in the house next door
I can hear the bacon
sizzling down at Jack's cafe,
while you sit in sullen silence
gaping at the floor.
Chorus-
If it's that bad
then let's both make it worse,
let's just ignore each other
till we're in a hearse,
There are plenty of doors
in this house of pain,
but if you force me to exit
I won't be back again...
I still love you baby,
but it's growing stale,
it's like last weeks toast
in the rubbish pail,
that you didn't eat
cause you were mad at me,
over some silly thing
because I didn't agree.
That marriage decree said
"for better or worse."
so I guess this is the part
where we both rehearse,
how to be the loneliest
married couple in town,
babe I just can't wait
until what's better comes round.
If you'd just crack a smile
as good as you crack eggs,
then I wouldn't have to sit
here every day and beg,
for you to get over what's
become Mount Everest,
our bedroom is a frozen base camp
when I climb those steppes....
Let's take the a out of bad,
and turn it back into bed,
they say making up's
the only way to clear our heads,
I'll agree to disagree,
if you'll agree with me,
that our love is worth much more
than something this petty,
that our love is worth much more
then something this...petty.......
baby...won't you come back to me
and bring the beauty back
to our marriage...
Remarkable Music Composed &
Played by Chris Bright-©-2024
Lyrics & Vocal Written & Sung at:
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
by-Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2024
Photo Credit to: unsplash.com
