The Crying of Lot G

What did I miss here?

What can't you take anymore?

Expecting a whisper

I heard the slam of a door

You say that all we ever do is fight

Gee, I don't know that that's true

Then I wonder, am I right?

Or is that part of our problem?

Maybe I'm out of my mind

Maybe I'm blocking out the truth.

But it seems like just a little thing

Like you don't want to listen and I can't shut up

You don't have to smile at me

We don't have to talk

All that I ask is you stop

And remember it isn't always this way

You have the problem

It comes with our private jokes

When you're in a fury

Laughter gets stuck in my throat

Sometimes I wonder why we have so much trouble cheering each other up sometimes,

When one or the other of us is down

Instead it's like, when you're in a bad mood, I look at you and I think

Maybe she's knows something I don't know, maybe I should be upset

You don't have to smile at me

We don't have to talk

All that I ask is you stop

And remember it isn't always this way

The way that I feel when you laugh

Is like laughing

The way that I feel when you cry

Is so bad