+You’re his best friend. He loves you. He gets you. He needs you. And I’m just… I’m just.. I’m his wife. I know I get the sex and the commitment and a life with him. But I want him to get me.
3x21 “Desire”
Well, do you blame me? I mean, he gets most of you. The straight you, the Catholic you, the girl who loves baby showers. I just get, you know, the gay you, which is really only about twenty minutes a night, not even since you just feel too fat to even let me touch you lately.
7x17 “This Is How We Do It”
It’s not surprising it could end like this
Your eyes are open even when you kiss
You’re so distant
So cold, so resistant
You see the world in only grey and black
Now how could anybody live like that
Without screaming
Without dying for dreaming
And you stare out the window at the passing cars
And you look at the sky, thank your unlucky stars
No you’re never quite happy right where you are
So you keep on
Inventing shadows
Where there are none
No, there are none
Yeah, you keep on
Inventing shadows
Where there are none
You don’t even see the sun
Can’t you see the sun?
You can’t be shocked that I might want to leave
The way you’re living’s like you’re half asleep
You just drain me
If I go who could blame me?
And you stare out the window at the passing cars
And you look at the sky, thank your unlucky stars
No you’re never quite happy right where you are
Right where you are, with all that you are
So you keep on
Inventing shadows
Where there are none
No, there are none
Yeah, you keep on
Inventing shadows
Where there are none
You don’t even see the sun
Can’t you see the sun?
You’re so young, so beautiful
So flawless in my eyes
Don’t you know the world shines
Every time you smile
Why can’t you just smile?
So you keep on
Inventing shadows
Where there are none
No, there are none
Yeah, you keep on
Inventing shadows
Where there are none
You don’t even see the sun
Can’t you see the sun?
You dim the lights in the world I see
How I wish that I could still believe
Time to save me
If I go who could blame me?
