you show up at my door beeping your horn
expecting me to come out right away
an hour I’d been waiting you showed up late
and just who’s time do you think I’m on anyway?
by the minute and on the hour
it’s got to be sweet before it’s sour
but sometimes it’s so hard to keep score
it’s a question of effort
just how much do you put in
did it really seem like a chore?

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this is not a one way road were riding
and I can’t always be living on your time
lines like these should not need such defining
but other than that I’d say we are doing fine

so lets talk about my mood swings
they’re just like any other thing
they come for no reason at all
you don’t want to deal with it
I’m the one feelin’ it
it’s a double-sided sword so don’t fall
I might get stuck on the ceiling
and I might need a little peeling
off the floor when things get hard
but did you ask me to fix it so you don’t have to mix it
into the bowl of whatever we are?

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cuz don’t you think that maybe we could have what other people dream
not a house or picket fence or brand new baby boy that screams
cuz I don’t think that that is what either of us is looking for
but when I find out what it is I’ll hold your hand as we walk through
the
door.

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