On the nights we have together, I eat a little more
So I don't get angry when you spill red wine on the floor
It might me my blood sugar, it might just be my brain
But it's always the little things that drive me insane
And when you're in the kitchen, I watch from the door
Cause when you do the cooking well I do the chores
It might be from my father, it might just be my brain
But when you make a little mess it drives me insane
On the nights we're not together, I drink a little more
So I don't get frustrated when you're not there in the morning
It might be my hangover, it might just be my brain
But if you're not there with the sun it drives me insane