You and Me

When did we stray, I mean somewhere we came off course. Every time we argue we're abusing that dead horse. You say I'm acting crazy maybe I am a bit deranged, but given everything that I took on, do you really find that strange? Mountains out of molehills? Well shits bound to pile up and if, the love it runneth over, why can't I seem to fill my cup? When conversations leave us locked in chains, We're just left to make sense of the mess that remains. We pick up the pages and study the word, but the opinions and answers all sound absurd. So we sit in our shackles in search of a key, but the irony is it's within you and me.