She was so pissed at me
She was so angry I swore her head was lost.
Cussing my name and kicking my things
Yelling hurtful cold lines in front of the children.
Spitting on our family portrait blaming me for her hollow ways
Messages left asking location duration of my vacation from duties.
Shitting on my toothbrush and bed
Asking friends if I’ve been seen.
Lady calm down fast
Officers at the door asking if you know me
Then lies of being sorry to inform you of my death.
How are you going to yell loud enough for me to hear if I’m dead
Screaming and wishing for another chance isn’t better so instead
We can live and care before it’s over
If not the grave is tight I won’t be rolling over.