I spend my days in ignorance
thinking everything's alright
Only to learn that "can we talk"
means its time we had a fight
How do I get it so wrong
just by hearing what you say
and choosing not to turn it round
to take it a different way
I tell you that I'm tired
but that's never what you hear
You choose instead that its a sign
that I don't want you near
I tell you that I'm busy
and the words fill you doubt
but it just means I have stuff to do
before the time runs out.
I tell you that I have to go
that there's a place I have to be
but you take as a personal slight
that its you I want to leave
But when I tell you that I love you
a smile lights up your face
There's no doubt or misconception
just acceptance in its place
I wish that you listen
and just hear the words I say
then we will last forever
and your smile is here to stay
'We need to talk' tends to mean she needs to talk and he needs to listen. This is a fantastic man poem, and I'm glad there is a happy ending.