Lyrics

Turn the radio up so the neighbors don't hear us
Porcelain pieces of a cup, after colliding with the wall
This isn't my wife
You're not the girl I married
But this is my life
With all its problems buried

You kiss the kiss of death
Tastes like sorrow and champagne
I take another breath
I just can't do this any more

"This fight will not be over soon"
I yell across the hall
You stumble toward the dining room...