It started over the phone
about how long he been gone
He came in, slammed the door
I heard thumping on the downstairs floor
I walk right down, his nose standing at a flare
I knew he was about to say things without a care
I look him in the eyes, said I'll be right back
because I didn't want to argue and I surely didn't want to fight
I stayed away for a pretty long time
just to give him time to clear his mind
I could picture him pasting the floor
letting his steam out more and more
I finally decided it was time to return back home
and when I walk in he grab me and said baby I thought
you were gone, I thought you had forever left me alone...
I look in his eyes and notice the flare in his nose was gone
and I knew in my heart we could now talk about what was wrong
without the shouting, disrespecting saying the uncaring
we was ready to share a conversation, with understanding
no hands of commanding....
We talk it over and everything was OK, this how our arguments
takes place, no shouting and yelling in each-others face