Lying
I caught you doing it
Crying
You had to ruin it

I was
Up on my high horse
Taking notes
And naming names

You were
Sniffling and snuffling
Fogging up your window panes

I rode in on my high horse
Ran out like a dog in shame

You
Got ways of dealing with me
I
I don’t like feeling

But you
Keep me on the front stove
And right before I blow my top
You school me me and you cool me
Baby, don't you ever stop

Seven nights of Heaven
Eleven days of who shot who
Seven come eleven
I like the odds of loving you

I
I like the gravy
But you
You want to save me

From myself
And I keep thinking
Of all the nights I spend alone

I'm stubborn and I'm stupid
Baby would you please come home

Seven nights of Heaven
Eleven days of who shot who
Seven come eleven
I like the odds of loving you