Dirty Linen

Hotel room?
What’s the mission?
Didn’t even change the linen.
Is this used?
What’s the problem
Who was here
And why you stalling

I could see it in your eyes
It does something to my pride
Rather settle for the white lies
But you need reassurance I..
I can feel it

And you know I’d do it
That’s the curse of understanding you
Momma died when you were 16
Foster care deep in your history

You don’t really mean much harm
But the injections in your arm
Make you act like a b***h
And I’m part of the problem
Cause I tolerate this s**t

Angry words
Fuming poison
Keep it down
You know they’re watching
Get so worked up
It doesn’t matter
Holes in the wall
Here comes disaster

I should walk away from you
But my anger seems to match yours too
I spit back a slew of venom
Some of it hit you
You’re weaker than before..
What all do we seem to do it for?