The glass is shaking
In the window where you're fucking
Your ex-girlfriend
In our bedroom

I turn around
Watch batons twirling
And the fighting dog is running
On the treadmill

Rage wouldn't cure anything, no
Passed four wrecked cars
On the road to the school house
They kicked and stomped and gouged
With tobacco in their mouths

The dog leans against the leash
And our heels at the edge
Did it mean you didn't love me?

Turning up the TV
No way to farm out a twisted knee
Did it mean you didn't love me?
Did it mean you never lovеd me?