Yes, I Helped You Pack

Hey, hey, still remember when you fought all the fights?
It used to be love
We used to think that this thing that we had was sent from above
Then the drinking got bad some nights
You’re out of your head
I’ve got to cut ties down for good, my dear
My patience down to a thread
Down to a thread
Ain’t picking up telephone, leave me alone
I’ve got the curtains drawn, bottles on the floor
You’re unreasonable honey, I can’t take anymore
And you’re like pack your bags, just leave
Pack your bags, just leave
Pack your bags, just leave
Now it’s bigger than you and me, think of the kids
All the screaming and shouting out loud, they’re sick of it
I thought maybe somewhere there’s a cure, there ain’t a fix
You deserve better than that my love, better than this
Better than this
If all you think of is yourself, there ain’t no room for me