He didn’t come home
again last night
And then he wondered
what started the fight
You’re 44 not 24
is what I said
His nonchalance had me
seeing red
I finally decided
on what to say
I believe in my analogy
to this day
I’m like Budweiser
just like your beer
This is definitely not
what he wanted to hear
You stray away
from your tried and true
But always come back
to the red, white, and blue
Other flavors tease
your senses
And you always want
the other side of fences
But in the end
you always come back
Come back home
to your reliable sack
When will you realize
it’s not always better
I know who you are
right down to the letter
You’d think at your age
this point in your life
You’d know by now
they aren’t your wife
What will you do
when I’m finally done
When I pack up the truck,
the kids, and run
Would you miss us
just a little bit
Or would you give up
throw in the towel, just quit
Knowing you, you wouldn’t
let us go
Even though you
chase after hoes
I’m so tired of this life
that I now have to live
It will soon be time to take back
my love I so freely give
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
He didn’t come home
again last night
And then he wondered
what started the fight
You’re 44 not 24
is what I said
His nonchalance had me
seeing red
I finally decided
on what to say
I believe in my analogy
to this day
I’m like Budweiser
just like your beer
This is definitely not
what he wanted to hear
You stray away
from your tried and true
But always come back
to the red, white, and blue
Other flavors tease
your senses
And you always want
the other side of fences
But in the end
you always come back
Come back home
to your reliable sack
When will you realize
it’s not always better
I know who you are
right down to the letter
You’d think at your age
this point in your life
You’d know by now
they aren’t your wife
What will you do
when I’m finally done
When I pack up the truck,
the kids, and run
Would you miss us
just a little bit
Or would you give up
throw in the towel, just quit
Knowing you, you wouldn’t
let us go
Even though you
chase after hoes
I’m so tired of this life
that I now have to live
It will soon be time to take back
my love I so freely give
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