TEETHING

I can feel you breathing
You're filling up this room
I can hear you teething
I've watched you since the fucking womb

I see you pacing
It's a guilty plan
Your thoughts are screaming
And I know them like the back of my fucking hand

Count to ten
Count to ten
You kept your word
So you could make amends

Count to ten
Count to ten
You kept your promise to start this over again
But it's getting out of hand
But it's getting out of hand
Again