WHEN WILL THE FIGHTING END

So you think it’s alright
You think it’s fine
You think it’s peachy
And I don’t mind
You think I’m moody
It’s just a phase
Well I think that you’re ugly
And I’ve been thinking it for days

So you think I’m complex
Misunderstood
I’m really angry
And you think that’s good
I hate your parents
I hate mine too
I hate your makeup 
And I hate your shoes

It isn’t I don’t love you
Or I don’t want you here
But every time I’m with you
I find I just don’t care
When will the fighting end?



© McGie/Lundquist