You come home late
For the second time this week
You're exhausted but so am I
When you ask me what's to eat
We lock horns
Almost every night
We've made this bed of thorns
But we sleep alright
I send out radio bursts
But you're not receiving
And I've had my bags packed for a month
But we both know that I'm not really leaving
You say that my smile's lopsided
And it ruffles my feathers
This is a house divided
But we built it together
I frown at the floor
Because my shadow
Looks a whole lot like yours
And my reflection
In the mirror each morning
Keeps shifting its features
Without warning
I hate the sight of your face
Except for when I love
These signals from deep space
Can take their advice and shove it