Ill pack up your things,
Toss them in the yard,
Your clothes and my rings,
I'll throw them so ******* far
You don't have to worry,
They'll be back in their places tomorrow,
I'll make you breakfast I'm sorry,
I know better than to act on my sorrow
The comings days will be fine,
A few weeks of apologetic bliss,
I know you'll keep crossing my boundary line,
But **** I crave your venomous kiss
I can't blame you when I won't let you leave,
I always crawl back with my heart weeping at my sleeve
I know that you won't but I hope that there's change,
Hopelessly sticking around I know growth is in your range