End of Us

It was bad this time I must have been bad this time She snaps, she tells me it straight Perhaps I should retaliate Say “stop this!” This is not my way This is not me at all I think its stopping the secret comments of others “Do it better!” “That’s not good enough” “Look at yourself” I may be the one who needs to change? Is it me that’s doing it, all along? I don’t think so A night in the car again tonight The comfort of its seats The warmth of its interior The great music and warm voices from the radio She will apologise again So it will be the cold bedroom The cold bed Perhaps I deserve it I am not as good as she wants Someone better quality They must have the magic that I don’t I don’t think so I do think that is her Her mother reassures me that I cant take this anymore Tonight is the last night A car night The best night of the week Perhaps she has done it this time Perhaps I have done it this time Perhaps we have done it this time