Sometimes when I daydream
My mind wanders to this place
Where we live in a bubble
Our own little world
Filled with our love, our lives, our kids
Everything we need to be happy
Missing from this bubble
Is the ominous presence of ex-spouses
Buzzing in the background of our lives
We wouldn’t be who we are today without them
It’s how our families began, how our children came to be
But we’re always tied by them
Even though our bond to each other transcends it
When the clash of it all starts to weigh on me
And I feel tugs at my heart
I dream up our little world and hang out there awhile
Our bubble
Our trouble