What did I miss here?   What can't you take anymore?   Expecting a whisper,   I heard the slam of a door      You say that all we ever do is fight   Gee, I don't know that that's true.   then I wonder, am I right?   or is that part of our problem?   Maybe I'm out of my mind.   Maybe I'm blocking out the truth.   But it seems like just a little thing,   like you don't want to listen,   and I can't shut up.      You don't have to smile at me.   we don't have to talk.   all that I ask is you stop,   and remember, it isn't always this way.      You have the problem,   it comes with our private jokes.   when you're in a fury,   laughter gets stuck in my throat.      Sometimes I wonder why we have so much trouble   cheering each other up sometimes,   when one or the other of us is down.   Instead it's like, when you're in a bad mood   I look at you and I say, maybe she's knows something   I don't know, maybe I should be upset.      You don't have to smile at me   We don't have to talk.   All that I ask is you stop   and remember, it isn't always this way.      The way that I feel   when you laugh   is like laughing.   The way that I feel   when you cry   is so bad.