Domestically Unbalanced
Two black eyes and a broken nose
When you came round mine today.
You said after you left the pub last night
You were attacked in the alleyway.
You said four men attacked you,
That you never saw it coming.
They punched and kicked you to the ground
And you had no chance of running.
But something in your eyes was wrong
I knew your story wasn't true.
But what the fuck are you supposed to say
When your best mate lies to you?
Two weeks back it was the same thing
But the story was less violent,
After another evening beating
Had been delivered with less intent.
I didn't question then, likewise
I didn't this time either
Instead I hoped you'd tell the truth
Not trying to be the great deceiver.
I sat and listened to you for hours
As you sighed and wheezed in pain
When you said the one who did this
I knew by face and name.
You see the thing is mate...I
I didn't get jumped, you said
I got home last night safely
And was beaten up by our lass instead.
I never hit her! I swear to you!
I didn't provoke her either.
You should know it's, not the first time
But, I swear, this time I'm gonna leave her!
I have to see a specialist
Ruptured is my eye they think
It could lead to partial blindness
I'm in fucking agony when I blink.
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