He says, "These days, I don't even really want to be here
I'm reaching the point where I think I might flee, dear
Seems I might be having trouble telling friend from a fiend"
Please don't tell me everything happens for a reason
With the air still hanging so heavy with treason
Seems like lately your ideology is open season on me
So now, I'll speak
So loud, I'll be allowed
She says, "These days, I don't even really want to be here
Those cretins cut down our wedding tree, dear
Flinging pieces of little tiny existential debris..."
Waking, dreaming, biting my tongue 'til it's bleeding
It's freezing, it's two hundred degrees
Discretely keeping our shady history under lock and key
So now, I'll scream
So loud, I'll scream aloud
I'll scream
So loud