I'm sorry
Two words I always think
After you've gone
When I realize I was acting all wrong
Teresa was sitting at home reading a book. She didn't know where Patrick had gone; she wasn't worried about where he was but where they were going. They never to talk about things using their heads but instead they talked with their hearts and bodies. She wondered if they could keep going on sex alone, can a person keep a relationship like this without one or the other person going insane. She resolved that once Patrick came back they would talk.
So selfish
Two words that could describe
Oh actions of mine
When patience is in short supply
When she heard him come through her front door she set her book down and curled her legs underneath her on the couch. He came into the living room, Teresa took a deep breath leaned back into the couch and asked "Where were you?" Patrick looked at her and then gave her one of his fake smiles. "I was out having fun. Were you jealous?" He came over to the couch and lightly kissed her on the lips in greeting. "No I'm not jealous. You're too much of a weirdo for people to pick up. Patrick, we need to talk."
We don't need to say goodbye
We don't need to fight and cry
Oh we, we could hold each other tight tonight
"Patrick." The only time Teresa uses his Christian name it meant some kind of important talk was about to occur. Patrick as par for the course he would try to avoid any possible conversation as quickly as possible. So he said "Do you want some tea?" Teresa's eyes became slits as she followed him into the kitchen she watched as he started heating up some water on the stove. "Patrick where are we going to go from here? What I mean is can our relationship survive being so erratic and spotty?" He turned around and placed his hands on the counter leaning into it for support. "I don't want to talk with my head. I just want to hold you."
We're so helpless
We're slaves to our impulses
We're afraid of our emotions
And no one knows where the shore is
We're divided by the ocean
And the only thing I know is
That the answer isn't for us
No the answer isn't for us
"Why do women always want to talk about emotions? Why do you need to question our relationship Teresa? I'm here every night, I'm in your bed most nights and we comfort one another. What more do we need to talk about?" Teresa's eyes widened in shock and then closed, she counted to ten and stated her words carefully "Because I don't want a relationship that is purely about licking each other's wounds. What I'm wondering right now if you're in an emotional state where you can't give me what I emotionally need. Yes I like having sex as much as the next person, and I love having sex with you it's great and I can't get enough. But I need to know if we can move beyond that? Can we?"
I'm sorry
Two words I always think
Oh after you've gone
When I realize I was acting all wrong
The tea kettle had begun to scream, and Patrick briefly turned his attention to it. She watched him gently handle it and pour some of the steaming water into two cups. He then took out some herbal tea and put two tea bags into the cups. He handed one to her and plaintively avoided her eyes. "I have thought about those things Teresa. I thought about them for a long time and I've concluded that it isn't possible. Our relationship wouldn't survive." He ended this statement as if it would finish the conversation. She wasn't ready to give up the fight and she wasn't ready to give up the conversation. "Well if that's how you feel about it I guess you can't stay here anymore."
We don't need to say goodbye
We don't need to fight and cry
We, we could hold each other tight tonight
She watched as his eyes flashed deep hurt and pain and then clouded over and grew cold. He swallowed the rest of his tea in one gulp and placed it gently in the sink. He turned to her and said "Well that's it then." He walked out of the kitchen she didn't start to until she heard him close the front door. She wondered if it was selfish to ask for more then what he was already giving. If this was the sacrifice of actually having a conversation she would have almost preferred being held tight. She would have preferred a wound licking relationship.
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight