At the dinner table
His words were grim reapers
Crowding all of my brains lobe
I tried to tell him
Why do you have to put up a front
At the dinner table
Her goals attentiveness
Her words tumble like scrabble
When he tries too hard
Why do you have to put up a front
Why do you have to put up a front
At the dinner table
Words are slow motion
Actions are tumble weeds
I stand still
Why do you have to put up a front