baby when i come home late at night and pull you out of bed and kick you in the stomache as hard as i possibly can
it don't mean
it don't mean i don't love you
and baby
if i come home smelling of liqour and throw a bottle at your head and backhand you across the face for not having scrambled eggs ready at 3 am
and i got my tractor stuck in a ditch out on highway 15
it don't mean i don't love you with everything inside of me
i wake you up at 3 am
and there's no scrambled eggs
and no sausages
not even a plate
you stupid bitch
how could you?
i've never been so mad
in my life
i'm thinking about
killing you
only the bible
is guiding my hand
you make me so angry but i love you
i do
you have no scrambled eggs for me
when i was starving for something to eat
infact
infact you never do
you're supposed to know i'm gonna be hungry if i'm out drinking
you're supposed to know i'm gonna be coming home between 3 and 6 am probably
don't do it again
no no
i'm putting my foot down
