Pillows and Prine

[Verse 1]
The laundry pile's growing
And we haven’t swept the floor
She's playing the same song on the radio
That she did before
She mutters something softly
And I know she's almost done
So I head out the back door
Like a bullet from a gun

[Chorus]
I see one way and you see another
Picking a fight that put a cowboy under
We don’t always seem to get it right
That's why we put space between our pillows
At night

[Verse 2]
She always wears her sunglasses
Stays home most the time
Keeps the old grandfather clock
Wound and running fine
She has three French bulldogs
They definitely aren't mine
When I step on their shit on the carpet
I wonder if it's a sign

[Chorus]
I see one way and you see another
Picking a fight that put a cowboy under
We don't always seem to get it right
That's why we put space between our pillows
At night
I know how to make her cry
Like a movie at its peak
I know how to make her crack
In my sleep

[Verse 3]
I swear she's out to get me
She sets her traps at dawn
Walking on eggshells lightly
From an omelet that tasted wrong

[Chorus]
I see one way
You see another way
We don't always seem to get it right
I see one way and you see another
Picking a fight that put a cowboy under
We don’t always seem to get it right
That’s why we put space
That's why we put space
That’s why put space
Between our pillows at night