trouble down on my own street
domestic violence on repeat
smashed up doors and yelling again
but i don't think so i love you
when you are smiling i am too
the only troubles i have are yours
please just make them end
until they find you something that cures
because it didn't kill me
my friends look forward to friday night
i hold my ears to dull the noise
but i can still hear your loud voice
i hide under my bed 'til it's gone
because it didn't kill me