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 say, 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.