All she
has to do
is say his name
to rile me up

Abusive love
why stay?

Oh right
Because he's not always that way
He's your
Cuddly bear by night
But your
Savage **** during the day
And that's okay?

She comes into work each morning with her tears
Natural red hair hang over her face
Wiping their "love" off of her cheeks
"Hey sorry I'm late"

The situation she's in is broken
Nothing more then fictitious devotion
But there's not much that I can really say

We all know what an abusive person is capable of
Because of that I'm afraid that one day
They'll come to me with "Morgan will no longer be
Working with us"

And so I pray
Hoping each morning that
She'll show up to work the next day  
So that I can hear
"Hey sorry I'm late"