Gretchen Peters - Breakfast at Our House lyrics

This is how it is, no dramatic scenes You read your morning paper, I read my magazine Happy weatherman says, we need the rain But I don't know what he's thinking It's been coming down for days And this brew is just too bitter Too strong for me to drink Gonna pour it down the drain right now Right down the kitchen sink Cold coffee in my cup You turn the TV up Breakfast at our house And this is how it is And it's no easy trick We can promise what we want to But we can't make it stick Half a life ago, with this ring we wed And now we're sittin' at this table With the things we never said But to come right out and say 'em Would be rude and out of place So I'll keep it to myself I guess But it's written all across your face Burnt toast and offerings That's what the morning brings Breakfast at our house So here's to all the young boys To all the fair haired girls Who ran away on honeymoons Who married in a whirl Whose pretty bed of roses Feels like a bed of coals Who sit at breakfast tables And stare into their bowls Who had their dreams of love But now they're waking up Breakfast at our house Cold coffee in my cup You turn the TV up Breakfast at our house