I feel like a boy with a problem
I can t believe what we ve forgotten
And I even slapped your face and made you cry
It s the last thing I want to do
Pull the curtains on me and you
Pull the carpet from under love
Pull out like young lovers do
You swore you wouldn t shout
If it s not your punch then its your pout
Days in silence try my temper
Nights spent drinking to remember
How memories are always tender
I crept out last night behind your back
The little they know might be the pieces I lack
Came home drunk
Talking in circles
The spirit is willing but I don t believe in miracles
I ve got a problem but let s go to bed
I can roll over and I can play dead
But here I am in the doghouse instead
I feel like a boy with a problem
I can t believe all you ve forgotten
Sleeping with forgiveness in your heart for me
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