You and I, we're stuck in this rut
Your nasty "friends" were the ice
And away we slipped off the path
So here we are, down in the muck
Wheels spinning, but, no traction
Lots of cussing, lots of turmoil
Mud is flying in every direction
You're dirty and tired, just spent
I'm tired, dirty, and a little bent
And, that's where we are, right now
And that's where we shall remain
Unless one of us stops placing blame
Or, stops pushing, and spinning wheels
Or, climbs out of ditch, finding the gravel
To change the situation we never asked for
This accident, this ugliness that changed us
Making you a disinterested friend, and me
the object of disaffection, so love can never be
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