I'm mad at you for being so far away.
Because I need you.

It's like you don't care.
If you did you'd kidnap me
And write a ransom note out of letters
cut from magazines.

If you cared you'd take the ransom money
and buy us a house by the sea.
One with big bay windows
And a purple door.

But you don't.
Care, I mean.
So you won't.

I'm mad at you for not being here
To fall in love with my mannerisms.
And make fun of the way I touch my face too much
When I get nervous.

It's like you don't even care.
If you did then you'd be here
And we'd be arguing over what to have for dinner.
We'd settle on purogies.

But you're not.
Here, I mean.
So we don't.

I'm mad at you for being so far away
because I want you to hold me
so I can feel small in your arms.

But you can't.
Hold me, I mean.