Songtext The crying of lot g Layo

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.