I hate it here

Friday night, she talks on the phone,

Getting yelled by a man she loved before

She washes the dishes and mops the floor

Getting yelled by a man she loves no more

Friday night and I’m walking around at home

From my bedroom to the bathroom

From the kitchen to the balcony

My dog pacing behind me confused

She tells me “don’t listen” and I don’t know what to do so I put my headphones on

The music’s so loud but I still feel his voice cutting through my skin slower and deeper with every word he speaks

I hate it here

Friday night and he’s home alone

Another tin in the trash

Another one in his hand

The same, old broken heart

She knows he’ll call her again tomorrow and say he’s sorry

But now she don’t believe him like she used to do

He said he’ll change but he did not

she tried to help but he don’t want to stop

Eleven years, eleven million tears

You want to punish her but you punish me instead

I lay down in my bed once again pensive and contemplating as you'd haunt my future and my past as you said some thing i won’t be able to unrecall

But I still can’t hate you, no I can not