Too Much to Ask

The smiles as she walked in the room have all turned into frowns

Am I too quick to assume that love is no longer in bloom?

The tantrums and the tears play a very different tune to what they did before

Her head's red raw and the ending doesn't sound like the happiest around

When you sobbed before it felt much more like the product of a squabble

Now there's reason for it to be something more

And no would be...

Oh, it's uncertain whether the curtain has shut for good

She says "See if it's still raining, I'm not dressed for it and if you loved me-"

Well I interrupted, received the scowl and stare

But still decided to stop her there

Would it be outrageous to say we're either shouting or we're shagging, locked in tempestuous bays?

At least that's how it felt yesterday

The eyes are getting heavier and whether you're asleep or awake is a mystery

Would a kiss be too much to ask?

When you fit me like Sunday's frozen pitch fits the thermos flask

It's a pity, it just hit me we can't go back to the chest touching on the back