I don't know on a daily basis with whom you cohort. Unless you feel like telling me. But you're not so much the sharing sort.
This poem, it's not about you. It isn't. Really. Not about us or our relationship either. No, no that'd just be silly.
This poem is about privacy In general I guess. But how it relates to us of course –We need our space- (I know I want it) ...I'm just wishing you'd need yours less.
--- Yes, you see, I know it seems selfish I get it I get it I just can't help it. So see things from my point of view It's much suckier for me to be without you.
Double standards aren't nice when I'm on the wrong end But when it works out for me... Well I think you see the trend.
So I don't know, enjoy your show, your favorite cable show. I'll just try to stop thinking (and let's not forget you were drinking) I can ignore it maybe if I just get my mind to slow.
But no, the lingering, not-solved unease creeps in like an invading disease. You can make it go away. If I ask the right question? Just take your privacy away, please And let's be over this section.