The Crying of Lot G

What did I miss here?
What can't you take anymore?
Expecting a whisper, I heard the slam of the door
You say that all we do is fight and I think,
Gee, I don't know if that's true
And 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
You don't want to listen, I don't what to shut up
Don't have to smile at me, don't have to talk
All that I ask is you stop and remember it isn't always this way
You have the problem, there goes one of our private jokes
When you're in a fury, laughter gets stuck in my throat
I wonder why we have so much trouble cheering each other up sometimes
when one or the other or us is down
Instead it's like you know if you're in a bad mood
I look at you and I think maybe she knows something I don't know
Maybe I should be upset
Don't have to smile at me, 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 lauging
The way that I feel when you cry is so bad