What led up to this?
I don't know why
I'd wake up at night
And realize I'd cry?
We never had a fight
Although I'd try
We were polite and calm
And yet I'd cry
I don't know fifty ways
I know only one
I turn around
I close the door
And I am gone
We'd sit at dinner
And 'd pass the bread
I'd fill your teacup
Feeling cold from dread
Together we went shopping
On saturdays at noon
The air was stifling
And all I thought was "soon"
I don't know fifty ways
I know only one
I turn around
I close the door
We'd built the house
And life wasn't bad
Well, there was some routine
But I was going mad
We dug the garden
A mole was trapped
He broke his back
And then I snapped
