Fourteen

You come to me in bits, say water's in your blood, somehow nothing fits, try to make the claim, more to life than this, take love beside the freeway, she carries yellow lists, plain and understood, chained before the kids, wants another say, maybe you need a plug, rather than raise Cain, simply do what she insists, suffer in time go nuts, prepare for another blitz, act like someone crazy, youe need to make a fuss, why suffer every phase, in this house of whispers, an ocean door never shuts, you don't need a chorus, to stop chopping wood.