If I recall it was a Friday
Gentle hum before the war
You were high and watching poker
And I had just walked in the door
You started screaming at the TV
Saying, make a play you filthy whore
And I was trying to make you see me
Like the way you did beforeDare I say I was enamored
By the stories of your pain
You were darkened in the wild fight
And I was tangled in your mane
But God forbid you would get angry
I had to dive out of the way
You’d be gunning for me blindly
And there was nothing I could say
