I feel like a boy with a problem
  I can't believe what we've forgotten
  And I even slapped your face and made you cry
  It's the last thing I want to do
  Pull the curtains on me and you
  Pull the carpet from under love
  Pull out like young lovers do
  
  You swore you wouldn't shout
  If it's not your punch then its your pout
  Days in silence try my temper
  Nights spent drinking to remember
  How memories are always tender
  
  I crept out last night behind your back
  The little they know might be the pieces I lack
  Came home drunk
  Talking in circles
  The spirit is willing but I don't believe in miracles
  I've got a problem but let's go to bed
  I can roll over and I can play dead
  But here I am in the doghouse instead
  
  I feel like a boy with a problem
  I can't believe all you've forgotten
  Sleeping with forgiveness in your heart for me