You're just an ordinary man, that's what people say.
But you're the only one that's worth, and good enough to stay.
Oh, even though you make me swear and complain about the mess,
that you leave constantly behind.

"Oh, I am sorry", that is all you have to say.
"I will be better, everything will be okay.
I'll do it later", but it seems you never do.
In the end it is me, that cleans up for you.

I couldn't find another lad, that is willing to put up.
The crazy bitch I sometimes am, oh, I know it takes a lot.
I yell a book, I cry a lake, cause that's my only way,
of telling you how much I care.

"Oh, I am sorry", that is all that I can say.
"I will be better, everything will be okay.
I will be lovely and so good for you."
In the end, I still scream, and you start screaming, too.