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Teetering

You fucking with me and me fucking with you
All up in each other's heads, fucking with the screws
You screaming that you feel used
I'm yelling that I'm tired of being abused

Meals are ate in silence for fear of another fight
I'm not coming home from work until way beyond daylight
While i'm walking in it seems you're always going
When you return I pretend that I'm snoring

Television is watched in silence with the volume turned up
Both of us acting like we really don't give a fuck
The few words we speak are never enough
Although we sleep together, we refuse to touch

Showers once took together, must now be taken cold
We are both dug in deep and refuse to fold
Seems things are getting worse, I'm eating more meals alone
While you seem to be with friend or on the telephone

The situation has become to stressful somethings gotta give
This is no way to show love, this is no way for us to live
I think that we're thinking the very same things
How long can this last, what will the new years bring

Things are so bad family and friends take notice
They are continually advising, because they've noticed
The ice between us, even in their presence
Christmas is near and our tree holds no presents

But everyone decides to intervene on both sides
Christmas is here and invitations arrive
Couples are invited to the last party of the year
Bring nothing with you but your own good cheer

The conversation is good, the music is turned down low
Couples pair off, beginning to dance really slow
And here we are feeling each other out
As if it our first time, we are finding each other's mouth

Both of us crying and whispering apologies
You blaming you, but oh no it had to be me
I could feel the pressing of your body into mine
The heaviness of our breathing as we started to grind

You felt me pressed against, and you gave me a touch
You whispered in my ear, ooh I missed you so much
In the middle of the song with the lights turnt down low
With you soaking wet and my need beginning to show

We said our good nights and slipped out the door
Went home to our drinks and to dance so more
Slowly we made our way to bed to release what we had all stored
And wondering why we never argued before
Written by I_IS_ME
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