What you makin that face for?
I'm tired of you accusin me, it's not the way it is supposed to be.
There'll be days like that, there'll be days like this
When we start out mad, and we wind up pissed
Can we go and do that all day?
Now the only thing I can say
Is that I wish you could read my mind,
wish you could take some time
To listen to me, I wish you believed,
and then you would see that I
I don't know what I ever did to you
To make you feel this way.