Maybe I'm just a wimp,
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and am fretting too much
about what you are now.
But I must have missed you leaving
becuase I don't know this stranger
that is lying in my bed.
I want to know
where all this hostility came from,
and why you look at me
like you really can't stand me.
I have no idea who you are
and this shower doesn't last
long enough for me to cry out
all my confusion.
Your arms don't really hold me
like they're interlocked forever.
We don't fit together like we used to.
And I can't understand why you have no
desire to crawl inside me.
Inside, I'm not ready to give up
I don't want to be like every other
couple out there that's struggling.
But maybe I should just cool it,
and stop being a wimp
and maybe my icyness
will turn you back on.
I need to make more coffee.