Last Word

Anders:
Sometimes we argue, just for a laugh
To terrories the neighbours, to freak out the cat
To get back at each other, for deeds long done
I don't remember, how it begun
Marit:
You say that I love, the sound of my own voice
I say that's funny, since it's you who makes the noice
You say you're only trying to be heard
Båda:
I say, why do you always have to have the last word
Anders:
The very moments, opinions clash
We hurt each other, and thats just that
It's easy for you to say, Why not give up?
But then we will be right back to another square one
Marit:
Ooo, you say the problem's always me
I say why can't we agree to disagree
You say that it only makes things worse
Båda:
I say, how come you always have to have the last word
A: Even when we're sleeping, there's no respite
M: I dream we argue most every night
A: You're a giant space above, bouncing on my head
Båda: Telling everybody watching, I got no friends
Båda:
I got every reason, to be annoyed
But I'm seceretly hoping, that I'm just paranoid
Cause you look like a bubble about to burst
So it's best to let you always have the last word