Lagwagon

The TV's broke
Her cheeks are soaked
The drink is empty
And now he is everything she hates
Her lowest day
It's all the same It's all the same
This house is drowning in
inevitable silence
And it's always been on
In another born sick love
Never made her question
right or wrong
In a see of failure he's numb
Upstairs disgust
Small words cut through what once
was their trust
And then he gots everything he wants
Silent treatement