The night of our first fight you covered up your irritation by muttering under your breath
"i'm just grouchy just ignore me"
You nervously looked up at me, expecting me to change the subject
Searching for passive aggression in my voice
Please understand that I want to experience every feeling you have
Pleasant and unpleasant ones alike
Even the ones you keep hidden under a smile
Out of fear that your temper will leave you a lifetime of dinners made for one
Unlike my predecessors, I will not be chased away
Yes, I am overly confident but maybe it's enough to keep you company tonight
So please tell me that you're mad at me
And know that lecturing me about ***** dishes only makes me love you more