Fighting Foxes

You’re screaming drunk down the phone as
I’m stood here alone
Watching these foxes fight.
I hate to see some likeness
In the way that they scream
On this cold October night.
As these words fall forth that
We don’t mean
And the heat starts to rise
Due to what we’ve seen
Its taking me down like
A baseball bat
Because no one can make me
Cry like that.

Stop saying those words
You know what they do
Stop saying that curse
This isn’t you.

So here I am
Stood here beneath these withering trees
Its all I can do not to
Fall to my knees
I say these things that
I don’t mean
As I picture us on a TV screen
My heart starts to race as it all goes wrong
My mind set loose at the thought of you gone
You’re so resolute and it scares me to death
Because no one can make me
Cry like that.

I write it all down just
So you know
I got it all wrong and I need to show
That this isn’t what I meant it to be
Looking up at these deep brown leaves
My stomach is sick as I go to bed
As I don’t know what
Is in your head
I pray to God, that I saw recently
Wishing that you will come back to me
No one can make me cry like that