There goes
a crackling sound
the cans exploding
going down the wastepipe
The screams
The yelling
The fighting
What was this to be
it isn't hard to see
the tears from your eyes
wanting a better life
not the one you're in
you could of have never predicted this
it sure as hell wasn't on your wish list
It wasn't your dream
of being with a man like me
hearing the sounds
of cans opening constantly