Sunday morning breakfast
Sitting in our bed
Cereal and toast
In silence
You got up to take a piss
You came back and said
"I'm so sick of all your shit"
Oh no
I love it when you take it out on me
And I know it's really easy
After a night spent drinking
Sometimes I know I can be mean
Under the guise of a nice guy
Who pretends that he's never trying
But I know what makes you tick
I wonder what you're doing now
Sitting on the couch
Talking shit about
Whoever's around
If you call I won't answer
But I'll be glad you did
I'll think about that time
I took the hit
Oh no
I loved it when you took it out on me
And I know that it was easy
After a week of silence
How come we could never agree
It's a shame but not really
I wanted to say I'm sorry
For being a dick sometimes