Again?

We're there again, aren't we?
We're back to this.
Me rolling my eyes, and you taking the piss.

We're doing this again?
We're at each other's throats.
I'm shouting at you, over the poxy remote.

We're back at it, aren't we?
We're fighting for nil.
Oh, the guilt trip, that's new, you have your fill.

One day I'll be gone, won't be here anymore,
And the sound of us fighting that you used to adore
Will have come with me, and you'll miss the fights.
When you phone me up screaming, I'll know that I'm right.