The Kitchen Song

Edwin McCain The Kitchen Song I've been sitting here since yesterday Just waiting on you to call The cracks remind me of you and I They're all up, down and split apart And all the cracks in the wall lead to one great big hole That used to be my heart Now that I think of it Nothing ever worked out right All we ever seemed to do is just cuss, scream, bitch and fight All we did was fight The tears I cried Fell on a cold and lonely floor No one to wipe them away The tears I cried Will be my own and they'll follow me And that's the way it's gonna stay Now that I think of it Nothing ever worked out right All we ever seemed to do is just cuss, scream, bitch and fight All we did was fight Oh pretty baby, can't you understand I'm not made up of enough to be your man Oh pretty baby, don't know what to say I just want you to...go away Well I'd love to sit and reflect on this But I haven't got the time Just tell me why you chose to be so cruel, mean, brutal so unkind Now that I think of it Nothing ever worked out right All we ever seemed to do was cuss, scream, bitch and fight All we did is fight The tears I cried fell on a cold and lonely floor No one to wipe them away The tears I cried Will be my own and they'll follow me And that's the way it's gonna stay