There always seem to be days (or nights)
Where I blithely overstep
Even our fluid and flexible boundaries,
And the silence that follows is deafening.

You always knew who I was,
And that I could be what you needed,
But somehow it still takes you by surprise
When I act exactly like we said I would.

I always wanted someone
Who would call me on my *******,
Which you’ve been happy to do,
From the moment that we met.

This was always us,
Exactly what we said we needed.
So I’ll find what I’m supposed to,
And you’ll act like you’re offended.

We always work it out together.
So after we’ve both played our parts,
And we’re ready to go home together,
We can just smile, and say “Hello, You”.