Horns On My Head

I’m grasping at straws through the night 

After you and I have a fight.

Such hatred and dynamite

And words filled with shite!

After all these years you’d think

Marriage wouldn’t have times that sink.

By the wee mornin’ hours we’re back in bed.

Those first few awaking hours we both dread.

Making up is hard to do.

Passion runs deep between me and you.

I hope you will still be mine.

I wouldn't know how to live if I weren’t thine.

I'm sorry my love for the way I acted and for the things I said.

These horns on my head I'll have to shed.