Some find it easier to quit, before the hard part begins.
You know it's gonna come, if it matters to you...

I take it all in stride, because it's following me, and she talks like a lock, but you don't have to key.
And somehow all the words, found a way to hide what they mean, but no one ever wins.

Cause all the blame, doesn't seem to matter anymore, the fault is mine, the fault is yours,
And I'm not trying to keep score, and all the petty words, and all the arguing,
Never makes me feel like I am right or wrong.

You can find a prison in your pride, because it's nagging at you.
But why should you be proud of the mess you made?
Keep saying the same things like a broken record spinning round,
What good can any of this do?

I take it all in stride, because it's following me, and she talks like a lock, but you don't have to key.
And somehow all the words, found a way to hide what they mean, but no one ever wins.

Cause all the blame, doesn't seem to matter anymore, the fault is mine, the fault is yours,
And I'm not trying to keep score, and all the petty words, and all the arguing,
Never makes me feel like I am right or wrong.

Some find it easier to quit, before the hard part begins, you know it's gonna come, if it matters to you.
Somehow all the words found a way to hide what they mean, but no one ever wins...

Cause all the blame, doesn't seem to matter anymore, the fault is mine, the fault is yours,
And I'm not trying to keep score, and all the petty words, and all the arguing,
Never makes me feel like I am right or wrong.