How can you say I make myself feel insecure when your glued to your phone, how do you say I’m the reason that you are never home, how can you stare at me and tell me I’m being sneaky and I’ve changed, how do we sit up here and decide who’s to blame, so are saying I’m the reason that you’re crying at night, tears flowing down your face gripping the pillow so tight, or you are saying I caused you to go out here and cheat, over something so little like for dinner I served your plate with only vegetables no meat, so you throw your plate and storm out of the house while on my hands and knees cleaning your food off the ground like I’m a mouse, feeling lower than life my mind feeling like I’m in a drought, praying to the Lord trying to figure things out, finally you return, our voices so stern, you’re drunk I’m drunk, the anger in our heart begins to burn, I yell you yell, we both try to put each other through hell, you get loud I get loud, tryna make you feel stupid so I can feel proud, you bring up the past I bring up the past, trying to make each other feel worse is a blast, knowing how we can push each other’s button so fast, but slow down, what was the cause for the argument after all, was it when he remembered the night she made that call, was it when she realized when she was gone he was having a ball, to counseling y’all go, realizing that it’s a shame, all this arguing and fighting and yet no one even knows who to blame.