Is It wrong That the thing I miss when you're gone Is the television's dull hum The silence is lonely, but the absence is relief That I can walk down into the kitchen without akward words or my *** getting grabbed
I Turned on NPR And I felt at ease More at home at night on my own Than I've felt in a long time, am I so wrong if I
Can't Say that I'm upset Somehow lost when you Aren't at home in the evening hours?
And That I'm Not upset That I don't have to Justify every move and twitch That I prefer to talk to the man who I can't judge?
If It is Wrong for me To think like I do (Though you do claim to read my mind)