In My Season

You've been saying I couldn't understand, not giving me a reason
 Like you're operating some master plan, trying to go on pleasing
 You've taken on more then you can possibly ever squeeze in
 And for reasons that seemed damned, you're doing it in my season
 Is this thing on? Can you hear me?
 I'm reaching out for someone to set us free
 Cause one things for sure, happy not are we
 Fighting and Fussing all of the time,
 It ain't no way to be.
 You're hedging your bets today, trying to see if he's in
 It's a busted game you play, we're both on our knees then
 By standards of another day, this kind of love would be treason
 You lucked out your getting away, doing it in my season.
 Is this thing on? Does it cut through?
 Someone needs to split this up, someone who's not you or me
 Cause one things for sure, happy not are we
 Fighting and Fussing all of the time,
 it ain't no way to be, in my season