I know I remind you of the life you couldn't live
You make that pretty clear at least three times a year
When you lose your shit, break a glass, and get over it

Weirdly, I like that side of you better
At least you care about something
Even if it's not me, to see you angry
Is more fulfilling than the apathy

You know, I used to not come home to see if you would call
Just in the backseat of someone's SUV, smoking weed
Waiting for you to give a fuck about me