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