Too many glasses broken under the table I want a bed that's warm and two homes that are stable What ever happened to the things on the tree That you dated so meticulously? And I'm driving home now Cuz it's not you anymore Your street is bumpy And the water is cold You're making this harder on me And I wanted to ask you to sit with me For a little while cuz I couldn't sleep Weighed down my options with a decade of doubt It was easier not to so I kept my mouth shut And I'm breathing deeply Just like you taught me to do And you said that sometimes People just say things Am I making this harder on you?