Birds in the sky 
And the sun's shining bright
The breeze blowing through
Brings me closer to you
As I'm throwing your things in the street
Trough the bedroom window
Plates hit the wall
And we laugh as they fall

Just a pair of fools
Breaking up to make up
Then break up to make up 

Maybe we're just pointing fingers
Acting like little children 
Maybe in the end it's [bad word] 
I'm just like

You pour the coffee 
As I'm making the toast 
As you talk about nothing
I am starting to choke

'Cause I hate how you chew
Throw your food
'Cross the kitchen table
Plate hits the wall
And we laugh as it falls

Just a pair of fools
Breaking up to make up
Then break up
To make up

Maybe we're just pointing fingers
Acting like little children 
Maybe in the end it's [bad word] 
I'm just like you