Mike Whissell - Fog of War

Getting back half of what I put in
I'm sick of silence cutting up the room that we're in
Just wanna look you in the eye and explain
When you say sit quiet while you plead your case

You want kids
And I well I never want em
You want to change
I don't really wanna

You say she can be Nebraska Jones
And that she's gonna have my nose
She might inherit my apprehension
Or a list of flaws too endless to even mention
You just want to check off your list
A husband, home, and finally have some children
I just want to get through this gig
Pack the van and blow this town a goodbye kiss

You want kids
And I well I never want em
You think you can change
But I know I'm never gonna change

This is the Fog of War

Coming home to find you shopping for cribs
Here I was thinking that we'd been over this
Now I guess that I am staying with friends
While the Fog of War starts to creep on in
My fear accompanies the chance we'll make up
Although your calm shepherds certainty that we're done

You want kids
And I, well I never want em
You think you can change
But I know I'm never gonna

This is the Fog of War

Written by:
Kristofer Whissell

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