Wife’s gone out with friends
I’m home with our two sons
I’m supposed to manage
While she has all the funs
It’s days like these when I feel
I should have been alone
Never should have married
Or kids should all be grown
…
One of them is hungry
The other’s crying loud
It’s like I’m locked inside
A room of angry crowd
Well I’m feeling helpless
There’s nothing I can do
This is mental torture
I want to cry out too
…
Well I give them board games
And some packaged food
It always works out with her
With me it isn’t good
And the cries get louder
Hunger takes its toll
Trying to run a house
Where I have no control
…
Well my wife just text me
‘How the angels are?’
Should I text back the truth
About my brand new scar?
Then she texts me again
Stamps and seals my fate
‘Hey, my battery’s low now
It might get quite late’