Spell It Out

It’s time to get up babe it’s already morning
I know I shouldn’t bother you but consider this a warning
There’s 16 ways you’ve figured out to quickly kill my spirit
I want to tell you quietly but I’m afraid you won’t hear it
Do I have to spell it out for you?
There’s a symphony of dishes I’m crashing for attention
And a manifesto written in the dust I won’t mention
Do I have to spell it out for you?
There’s dirty dishes in the sink
I’m trying not to care
What ever happened to you wanting to be there?