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