Round and round we go, like some messed up broken down carousel.
I don’t know what you’re in my face about this time
But I know you’ve never pinned me into the corner like this,
And your eyes have never bulged so far and been so red
As your spittle lands on my cheeks.
“I just don’t understand why no one understands!”
I’m not sure what we don’t understand,
But you’re gripping my arm to keep me from running.
I really just want to escape to my bedroom, shut and lock the door
But I honestly think this will be the time you break it down.
And it’s over.
Later you’ll give me some lame “I’m sorry but …” and tell me how it was all my fault
And round and round we’ll go,
Like some messed up broken down carousel.