Clothes on the floor
Trash overflowing
Toys strewn about
Meals easy going.
We yell back and forth
The dog barks back
The kid throws a tantrum
And dirty dishes stack.
My hair’s a mess
And your shirt has a stain
The kid is naked
But there’s no blame.
There’s only one place
Where this is all okay
There’s only one place
Where I want to stay.
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