Parallel Lines

Well she says that I am spread thin, walk in through the front door breathless

Shakin' in the corner unaffected, but baby I'm just restless

And honey I don't wanna fight you, but every time I try to

Whisper it won't get through, I'm hoping that we get through

She wants the furniture with the fortification and I want love, not domestic complacence

The future is gray, I'm not being evasive

It's very cheap wine and we're talking abrasively

Now there's parallel lines through the bathroom blinds as I share my mind to a friend of Mine

The smell of the stove as I listen close and our dirty clothes I let the windows close