I love you don't get me wrong
I just don't want to keep being the product of another sad song
The bank statements tell me what is important to you
I just want us to get to a place where finances is not an issue
I love your spontaneity and your ideas
But I need for us to agree when it comes to disciplining the kids and paying the bills
The last thing I want to do is leave
But what am I to do with dwindling security
We are supposed to be one. Think of us.
Love me.
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