Wish I Could Run Away

She says I'm breathing far too deep,
Says she's got a splitting headache,
I say my cool's getting hard to keep,
I'm just staying for the kid's sake,

I tell you, truly and honestly,
I'm sick of tip-toeing over egg shells,
Everyday she's always on at me,
Toe out of place and then it's hell's bells,

Sometimes I want to just strangle her,
Until her chest doesn't rise and fall,
See her in a box, rectangular,
The deed itself doesn't bother me at all,

But it's the kid that loses a mum,
And she's a great mum to our little boy,
And though I tire of this hum-drum slum,
That little boy's my pride and joy,

So I swallow this feeling to my gut,
Try to occasionally let ends meet,
Resisting the urge to do my nut,
And do the talking through me feet,

So my son can grow up with a dad,
And a dad can watch his son grow tall,
That's already more than I ever had,
And it's worth the warts and all,