it all starts at the beginning - Happy Anniversary Baby.

10:42 pm - Happy Anniversary Baby.

When I think about it really hard,
it feels strange to say that I grew up with a mother.
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You get defensive over a simple subject,
I want to move on with that.
It's just stupid.
We look up the definition,
and we both feel we're right.
It gets so out of hand,
you drag it on.
I'm crying and I lock you out of the room.
You break in,
you're telling me to get the fuck out,
and I'm throwing pillows at you.
"Sleep on the couch!"
but you say it's your house,
but it's my bed,
and you're lifting the bed up,
going to put it outside,
I'm not moving, put it down.
I want to slap you so hard.
- what wait but I'm on the lease, it's my house too -
I'm not moving.
I'm not budging.
Go sleep on the couch.
Do not be near me.
Come back, put the bed back.
No? It's my bed I should put it back?
See what happens...
What will happen?
We're done.
Happy Anniversary Baby.

Go to dinner with you?
Well... give me a day...
Ok...
You got me.
As long as you ask me back out.