The Crying of Lot G

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 think
 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