You've been saying I couldn't understand, not giving me a reason

Like you're operating some master plan, trying to go on pleasing

You've taken on more then you can possibly ever squeeze in

And for reasons that seemed damned, you're doing it in my season 

Is this thing on? Can you hear me?

I'm reaching out for someone to set us free

Cause one things for sure, happy not are we

Fighting and Fussing all of the time,

It ain't no way to be.



You're hedging your bets today, trying to see if he's in

It's a busted game you play, we're both on our knees then

By standards of another day, this kind of love would be treason

You lucked out your getting away, doing it in my season.



Is this thing on? Does it cut through?

Someone needs to split this up, someone who's not you or me

Cause one things for sure, happy not are we

Fighting and Fussing all of the time,

it ain't no way to be, in my season