Headaches!

Headaches (When you'ld rather not turn the other cheek)

It wasn’t quite freezing and it wasn’t quite midnight
But it felt cold and it was dark.
I was old and needed a spark, and
Nothing came easy and nothing seemed right.

I blamed me, and you, and them,
But truth be told, it’s a little of each.
We all stretch, and we all reach,
Playing that same old game again.

God, sometimes I want to tell her off,
And put them in their place,
But making a scene would be a disgrace,
It’d all end up for naught.

I’m fighting for my soul here,
In case you didn’t notice.
A frost blew in to coat us,
How’d the world turn out so weird?

Wrong is right and right is wrong,
If I don’t agree with them!
Why do I pretend?
This has gone on much too long.

But the answer’s not “Get in their face,”
Any fool could tell you that
A wise man doesn’t tip his hat
Or take steps he can’t retrace.

Like it or not, it’s not our right
To demand a thing from love.
We’ll forgive and pray that that’s enough
And surrender our side of the fight.