"What can I do for you, Baby?"
" Nothing," I always say.
But couldn't you just get in your car,
And come over anyway?

Texts are great, don't get me wrong.
But can't replace the spoken word.
My whole world fell apart this week,
Is offering a hug just too absurd?

Every time my times get tough,
You offer me some "space."
Is it too much for you to handle,
My problems in your face?

I know your world is calm and cool,
And you must like it that way.
Because when I need to talk to you,
You seem to have nothing to say.

So I will reserve you for my days,
When chaos is on break.
And find another for the times,
Trouble is on the make!