Is this is what I was destined to be
fighting with you in the dead of night
saying all of the exactly wrong things
in a feeble attempt to make things right

You’re tired of the “I’m sorry”s
they have gone stale in your ears
they’ve been said too many times
in choked voices through thick tears

I just want to stop the fighting
I just want see that smile of yours
the one that pacifies my screams
the bright one, the one that always cures

but instead I just dig in deeper
until the tears start their stream
I wish I could just wake from it
like every fight was just a bad dream

crying ourselves to sleep nightly
push it out and lay my head to rest
Hoping that I’ll wake to a new dream
Take a breath and hope for the best