Sarah & I

I'm told I should strive for domestic bliss.

I'm not sure, though. I'm not sure what it is.

I’m out of my depth, drowning with feelings I can’t undress.

Sarah likes things in their place and I guess I'm the mess.

 

Time passes by and I can feel the tensions rising.

It's all accusations and over analysing.

Me, I just want a pint, a bet, a take-a-away.

A happy medium, the simple things, an easy day.

Sarah's not sure what she wants, but she wants better:

The perfect life wrapped in a love letter.

 

The constant battle does nothing to me now.

We've both changed and stayed the same somehow.

A thirty four old still clinging to my youth,

Sarah tries in vain to convince me of the truth.

 

I thought I was being me, but I don't know how I feel,

I just bury my head to keep it from being real.

We’ve so much in common but it’s all gone wrong

We’re the same lyrics but each from a different song.

 

I guess I’ll only know what I’ve lost when she’s gone.

 

So, where do we go now, where do our futures lie?

Sarah knows.

She can't look me in the eye...