Same House

Eleven o’clock was way later than I should be up
But I was so I heard them
Every night talking quickly would turn to
Arguing, yelling, and screaming
So when mom called me down to the kitchen one night
I wasn’t so surprised
When three seats were set at the table
And one seat was open for me
She told me to sit down
And said they got something to tell me
They thought that I was oblivious to it all
But I knew since they started
Sleeping in two different rooms and avoiding
Each other every morning
So when mom called me down to the kitchen one night
I wasn’t so surprised
When three seats were set at the table
And one seat was open for me
She told me to sit down
And said they got something to tell me
You’ll get used to two
Two backyards, two birthdays, two playrooms
Two parents who are gonna love you like they do now
Just not in the same house
Not in the same house