Picking Fights
When my cat got sick
Last October
He couldn't tell me what was wrong
That's how I felt when trying to explain
Why I ran out
Used strong words
Took the higher ground
Yeah I'm sure it was something deeper
I'm not the kind to quarrel over packing a freezer
But the tiny things spark it
Could be defrosting the car
Buying reserve cutlery
Deciding how to cook eggs
Your reluctancy to buy a new coat
From a charity shop
But why did I pick fights
You said I could make a conversation about me in two moves
I guess you're right
But how d'you think that makes me feel?
I'd never seen so many stars
Couldn't understand why everyone was inside
Watching a Matthew Broderick flick
Although Election is a great movie and he's always good value
There's snakes beneath me and the winter ghost of a hummingbird in the trees
Orientate my internal biography around tennis results
The night he hit the tape
We'd just got her own place
That loss in Monte Carlo
Was when you said I was shallow
There was drama under the lights in Rome
Tears at home
Waking up cold
You hit me a lob I didn't even run for
Chased a ball out wide and gashed my thigh
Fell back over-dramatically like a dropping chandelier
It's scraping frost from the car
Or folding the laundry
Me clipping my toenails
Or talking with a mouthful of oatmeal
Could be the summer market shop
Or the veg shop
Who forgot the tote bags?
It'd have been feeding the fish
If we'd owned fish
Or cleaning out the tank
God knows minor decorating decisions
Aren't like choosing a religion
So why did I pick fights?
Last October
He couldn't tell me what was wrong
That's how I felt when trying to explain
Why I ran out
Used strong words
Took the higher ground
Yeah I'm sure it was something deeper
I'm not the kind to quarrel over packing a freezer
But the tiny things spark it
Could be defrosting the car
Buying reserve cutlery
Deciding how to cook eggs
Your reluctancy to buy a new coat
From a charity shop
But why did I pick fights
You said I could make a conversation about me in two moves
I guess you're right
But how d'you think that makes me feel?
I'd never seen so many stars
Couldn't understand why everyone was inside
Watching a Matthew Broderick flick
Although Election is a great movie and he's always good value
There's snakes beneath me and the winter ghost of a hummingbird in the trees
Orientate my internal biography around tennis results
The night he hit the tape
We'd just got her own place
That loss in Monte Carlo
Was when you said I was shallow
There was drama under the lights in Rome
Tears at home
Waking up cold
You hit me a lob I didn't even run for
Chased a ball out wide and gashed my thigh
Fell back over-dramatically like a dropping chandelier
It's scraping frost from the car
Or folding the laundry
Me clipping my toenails
Or talking with a mouthful of oatmeal
Could be the summer market shop
Or the veg shop
Who forgot the tote bags?
It'd have been feeding the fish
If we'd owned fish
Or cleaning out the tank
God knows minor decorating decisions
Aren't like choosing a religion
So why did I pick fights?
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