11 o'clock was way later than I should be Oh, but I was so, I heard them Every night, talking quickly would turn to Arguing, yelling, and screaming So when mom called me down to the kitchen one night I wasn't so surprised When three seats were set at the table And one seat was open for me She told me to sit down And said they got something to tell me They thought that I was oblivious to it All but I knew since they started Sleeping in two different rooms Avoiding each other every morning So when mom called me down to the kitchen one night I wasn't so surprised When three seats were set at the table And one seat was open for me She told me to sit down And said they got something to tell me You'll get used to two Two backyards, two birthdays, two playrooms Two parents who are gonna love you What they do know Just not in the same house Not in the same house