Marriage

You and me got problems
I guess that they were right
How'd we get here, anyway
Waiting for a fight
You and me got problems
That much we can own
But the same mistakes everyone makes
Have magnified and grown

I keep a lot of secrets
You dance around the truth
You told me I resent you
For squandering my youth
You speak in absolutions
But say it and it may be
Careful what you wish for
You might be convincing me

So go on, go on
I'm not such a riddle
Go on, go on
Gotta meet me in the middle

You and me got problems
But we're better off than most
Though we're prone to dredge and fixate on
The other person's ghosts
Your stories don't line up much
I tell mine with too much weight
Want you to say you understand but you're often just too late

I'll never change the laundry
I never wash the sheets
though I have the best intentions
Don't expect that much from me
I spend all my time dreaming
For us and for our kids
Want you both to love me
For what I can say I did

So go on, go on
I'm not such a riddle
Go on, go on
Gotta meet me in the middle
Go on, go on
We made this bed to lie in
Go on, go on
And I'm not sick of trying

Gotta dig that hole, gotta bury that dream
Gotta round that corner to some better things
Gotta dig that hole, gotta open that door
Gotta see much clearer than we did before
Gotta dig that hole, gotta let our selves down
Cuz there's no clear winner, there's no trophy or crown
Gotta dig that hole, gotta get in together together
And there's no running this time, for worse or for better

So go on, go on
I'm not such a riddle
Go on, go on
Gotta meet me in the middle
Go on, go on
We made this bed to lie in
Go on, go on
And I'm not sick of trying