The door creaks open as I cling underneath
The dogs are let back in to warm up
Our sleeping drowns out the fighting
I wake up and you're not there
I'm not myself but I guess I can handle it
You come back later with some guilt
I see you back with some confusing fluff
The head trauma drowns out the fighting
How many times did I hold back
And how many times were your arms held tightly with my restless grip
You ran off to your mind garden, the back way where the neighbours couldn't see you trip in the green house
Why not dance  on the wet road with drivers passing by with ****** lives
We laughed at them once
Who is laughing at us now
The black bird on your messy wall
He knows I never would climb Kilimanjaro