the tulips on the table mean that spring is on the way, the sun shines through the window like it hasn’t shown in days, and lately you don’t listen to a single thing I say, my baby don’t love me anymore. I come home from work and you say “It’s nice to see you.” I take off my jacket and say “Nice to see you too.” but I can’t help but notice you hate everything I do, my baby don’t love me anymore.














