whew

[zobee]

whats the point in waking up
if youre not there to tell me
that the coffees not made...
and the eggs are bad

whats the use in getting up
if youre not there to beat me
to the bathroom...
and tell me that the waters gone cold

so i offer this song for sympathy-
not for you
but to help me through the nights
when my sheets all smell like you
i offer this song for sympathy
i dont know if i'll need it yet
i guess we'll have to wait and see
how youre feeling after a breakfast of toast

im sitting at my desk all day
the phone is strangly silent-
and i guess i should be happy
today my boss seems pleased
i have all the time i need
to get all this work done
and i guess i should be happy
that youre not calling me

today there'll be no fights about
the litter box
and where your wallet hid itself
its impossible
to talk to you about
anything at all
so i guess this is all for the best

i come home the porch light is on
the porch light is never on
cos you never leave it on for me
inside
theres no dishes in the sink
cos i washed them all this morning
and you never do the dishes

so im missing all the phone calls
and the stumble on the porch
the dishes and the messes
what a strange sort of
torture this is
turning out to be
but its impossible to talk to you about
anything at all
so i guess this is all for the best