[Verse 1] Damn, was it always this bad? He almost laughs as she pulls away her hand They chat for hours, like five and a half Wishing that they could go back to what they had The thing is they only argue about the past En espanol they pelea sobre pasado And then no hablo I swear the way that they fight every nights like a couple of modern day Picassos Trying to mess each others faces up Rearrange each others whole persona with their paintbrush Every time they break up and make up It takes a few strokes off the coat and provokes both the painters to revolt Because even though they both know That when the paint dries the portraits gonna show theyve both grown It dries slow So in the meantime the in between time they try to force it with a blow And blow it I really want to know, I never understood How a man could do the best a man could yet a woman still demands more goods A man eater bites the feeding hand saying she dont need a freaking man Perhaps a man should Seek comfort from the skies Use the clouds as a buffer from the lies From number nine he can look into her eyes And respectfully decline her bullshit from up high Because after all a caged bird must fly All hes after is some piece of mind Yeah after all a caged bird must fly All hes after is some peace of mind Peace of mind
caged, pelea, pasado, sobre, dry