looking at our relationship, things
just haven't been the same lately.
we haven't been fighting,
but there's less laughter,
less conversations,
just something isn't right.
is it me? i'm sure it's me, it's always
me.
looking down at this plate of steak and
asparagus, moving stuff around on
my plate, hoping you won't
notice, sharing no conversation
with you.
normally right about now i'd be lost
in your eyes, only i'm finding myself
lost in my own thoughts
this time.
"something wrong? you've hardly touched your dinner".
i quickly pick my fork back up,
trying so hard to
eat just a little more.
"oh no, i'm fine, just not too hungry
tonight".
i know i'm lying to myself, and i think that lump in your
throat says you know i'm lying too.
but still, we drive home silently, until you finally pull over
and ask me why i
seem so
sad lately.
i sit and ponder this for a second, thoughts and memories whirling
round in my head.
why have i been so sad lately?
well you see, when we first
fell in love,
i would kiss your cheek
all the time
and you always told me how much you loved it.
but now, you just brush off my kisses, tell me to wait a second,
you're just too busy right now.
i think that's what's making me so sad lately, but i just don't know how
to put that feeling into words.
so i just sit, staring out the window,
simply unable to
answer you.
and i think that might just be the saddest part.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
looking at our relationship, things
just haven't been the same lately.
we haven't been fighting,
but there's less laughter,
less conversations,
just something isn't right.
is it me? i'm sure it's me, it's always
me.
looking down at this plate of steak and
asparagus, moving stuff around on
my plate, hoping you won't
notice, sharing no conversation
with you.
normally right about now i'd be lost
in your eyes, only i'm finding myself
lost in my own thoughts
this time.
"something wrong? you've hardly touched your dinner".
i quickly pick my fork back up,
trying so hard to
eat just a little more.
"oh no, i'm fine, just not too hungry
tonight".
i know i'm lying to myself, and i think that lump in your
throat says you know i'm lying too.
but still, we drive home silently, until you finally pull over
and ask me why i
seem so
sad lately.
i sit and ponder this for a second, thoughts and memories whirling
round in my head.
why have i been so sad lately?
well you see, when we first
fell in love,
i would kiss your cheek
all the time
and you always told me how much you loved it.
but now, you just brush off my kisses, tell me to wait a second,
you're just too busy right now.
i think that's what's making me so sad lately, but i just don't know how
to put that feeling into words.
so i just sit, staring out the window,
simply unable to
answer you.
and i think that might just be the saddest part.