Swansong Lullaby

End goal oriented

She's infuriated

By the slightest sitch

She's always got an itch

For everyone but you

You feel deflated,

but you can cope with this

Maybe I'll have to say goodbye

Maybe you'll come back,

and this won't be our

Swansong lullaby

End goal oriented

Still infuriated

Bet she's loving this

She's scratching that itch

For everyone but you

Maybe you're crazy

Can you cope with this?

Maybe I'll have to say goodbye

Maybe you'll come back,

and this won't be our

Swansong lullaby