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