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Those Days

I remember that day
Like it was 1,000 years ago.
Where I sat on the couch
Just being stubborn, headstrong.
You were so quiet I thought
You'd just hide in the closet, then
BAM . . .
Right in the face.
I never saw it coming.
It was so unlike you,
I usually saw it coming.
And the cop was so embarrassed
When he called me to the station.
Face so red as he stuttered, stammered.
He had to ask, he told me,
Just for the record
Could I please just tell him
WHY
Your back was all scratched
And welted and fresh.
So I told him the truth:
The day hadn't started bad.
I remember that day
Like it was two years ago.
That day I'd had enough,
And I'd been working out,
Lifting heavy shit all morning
While you slept fitfully alone.
HIGH - Is how I felt
When I knocked your ass out
And freedom came to me
With one simple phone call.
I was so proud in those
First two months as
I watched your car
Case my house until
OOOPS - It just didn't bother
Me anymore