I guess you make the stars twinkle
And turn them off
Like you turn me on and off,
Like a rusted switch from the 50's
That's in need of a lick of paint.
You wear me out, my love.
Words speak volumes,
Especially when they're pouring out of your mouth
When you're yelling at me
For leaving your shoes
On the porch in the rain.
I've had things on my mind,
About that space in time
That we filled by spraying eachother
With water from the hose pipe
From the tap in the garage
That leaks
And turns the room into a swimming pool.
I knew I should have wiped my feet
Before I went on running on the tiles
With wet feet
So I slipped and banged my head
And ended up with 30 stitches in my head.
It still makes me laugh to see you standing there
Beside the hospital's most uncomfortable trolley bed
And pointing out
That the bang
Would have knocked some sense
Into me.
Do you remember the nurse
Standing there too
Telling me not too laugh too much
Because I'd crack the stitches?
But even she managed a smile
When you explained
That I'd cracked up long ago.
I love it when you make me laugh
And you do that little chicken dance
Prancing around my room
As if you've trodden on something sharp.
It's cliche
But the room fills with sunlight
When you smile.
My heart fills with warmth when you're with me
And I'm guilty
Of loving you more than anyone else.