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
 Nooooooo
 Nooooooooo
 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