Hard to Argue With You...

This is all wrong...
The side of the bed
I leave empty
Just for you
Stays empty...
Always hoping you'll stay,
But you never do
And you explain
So logically that its

Hard to argue with you...

And I lie awake,
Wonder why the bites on my shoulder
look less like love marks
And more like
I got mauled by a bear...
And i stop
and stare at myself in the mirror,
Where my eyes no longer shine
But have bags under them
from the hours Ive spent
Waiting for you to call...
And you never do,
But you have all these excuses
And they all make sense,
so much so that it's

Hard to argue with you...

And when I get mad,
You get defensive,
Asking me whats wrong with me,
And my insides scream NOTHING!
But my hair is falling out,
And the words arent coming out,
And you say I'm crazy,
And you list  the reasons why
And you have all this evidence
to support the conclusion
That I'm delusional
For wanting something so simple...
And it should be simple
Because love is simple,
But you say that this is too complicated,
And honestly its

Hard to argue with you...