I think all we do anymore
Is fight over little things.
It always is my fault,
But I only bring up the truth.
I swear that you
Have double standards,
When it comes to me
But if I point it out you get upset.
You may work two jobs,
Yet I also do that too.
I come home and help clean,
While you sit on the couch and be lazy.
Maybe our flights would go away,
If you simply made an effort to help.
Our friend and I shouldn't be
The only ones cleaning in this house.
Look at the strain you are putting on me.
It's from you not caring,
And honestly I'm about to give up.
Learn to do things yourself before we stop.
Sorry for the format, I'm on my phone!