Maybe I'm just use to dysfunction.
Maybe you're to **** good to me.
You keep so much to yourself though.
Rip through me.

You come home and you're always nice..

If I'm being honest..
It all feels a bit too right..
When you come home, we play it safe..
Kiss, Kiss..
Something's missing..
Hit then miss..
Now I don't know what happens next..
Watch a movie, have some ***..
Never know what's going on inside that mind of yours.
I don't wanna start a fight with you.
but you walk the line with me and I  can't stay in the lines.

Go on..
Say it to my face, then.
I wanna feel something.
Get mad,
Do something,
Maybe start complaining.
Make me go insane, then.

Is this all we know?
Is it all we're use too?
Why does it feel as if somethings missing then.