You're Not Yourself Today

And you’re just not yourself today…
Your thought process and your mood,
The way you walk across the living room,
Your blasé attitude,

And you don’t tell me that you love me,
The way you normally do,
I mean you tell me that you need me,
But in a way that’s not quite you,

If I were madd..
I’d say that you were someone else inside,
A woman that I can barely touch,
And hardly recognize,

And its you…
I only wish you’d touch me,
And you…
I only wish you’d love me…
And whatever I do…
I can’t get past the way…
That you’re just not yourself today…


They say that love is blind,
And its obvious, you don’t see me,
The torture in those horrid sheets,
Under covers, where u leave me,

Has love been captured?
By the soul of another man,
That just won’t let me touch you,
Nor even hold your hand?

The intimacy is no longer present,
Only a vacant sign doth hang,
What was once hot, sweaty, and lustful pleasures,
Is but distant, unworthy, simple, and plain,

And its you…
I only wish you’d touch me,
And you…
I only wish you’d love me…
And whatever I do…
I can’t get past the way…
That you’re just not yourself today…

Say that I be perplexed,
And silence rules the day,
For there’s nothing written down for me,
Neither doth the dove carry notes my way,

Speak and make it obvious,
That love has found a way,
To seep right out from under your heart,
That which once was here to stay

And the silence grows,
Causing both of us to stray,
Therefore, I’m packing my things and leaving,
Unless you tell me I should stay,

And its you…
I only wish you’d touch me,
And you…
I only wish you’d love me…
And whatever I do…
I can’t get past the way…
That you’re just not yourself today…