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.