Again...

You're out the door now
I can hear you hailing a cab
Hasn't this happened before?
Haven't we done this dance?

You resist all my efforts to analyze
I'm troubled by this repetition
You are legion, you are many
But my arms are empty, so you might as well be one

Too much me?
Too little.... not me?
I wish i knew
This lost romantic is scratching his head

Did i push my flowers on you too hard?
Was that card the last straw?
Did the morning bun miss the mark?
Would my indifference have stoked your desire longer?

Why do i even type these things...
Send them into the ether as if it will come back
Telling me something that will surprise me
Nothing comes back, i remain unsurprised

I promise I'm not angry with you
I made my bed, I'll sleep in it alone
If I'm angry it will be at myself
for not deciphering this shadow sabotage within me

As usual i wonder what you are doing
Tonight you are blonde, curvy, funny
Last night you were a pixie redhead
Tomorrow night i won't recognize you

Slap me when you see me
Remind me what I'm doing
Or tell me for the first time
I promise i wont listen to you