You're taking him for granted again
with your girlfriends out nights again
while he does the dishes and straightens the table out
dressing nice to do his laundry each tuesday
you got your three roomed beach house that you don't share
got those moments you seldom think of but cherish
you forget the limits of what a marriage is
searching for ways to feel seventeen again
constriction starts beating the soul out of you
that wrought iron lace stretched tight on your roof
underneath it the abandoned special moments
you've failed to spend time with him, that's you, see that's you
you got your words, your friends and your self-deprecation, that's you
