The glass is shaking In the window where you're fucking Your ex-girlfriend In our bedroom I turn around Watch batons twirling And the fighting dog is running On the treadmill Rage wouldn't cure anything, no Passed four wrecked cars On the road to the school house They kicked and stomped and gouged With tobacco in their mouths The dog leans against the leash And our heels at the edge Did it mean you didn't love me? Turning up the TV No way to farm out a twisted knee Did it mean you didn't love me? Did it mean you never lovеd me?