INVENTORY
Like People Balance Their Checkbook
And Analyze Their Cash Flow
I Am Sitting On The Bus Doing Inventory
Of My Life, My Emotions
There Was A Time, Long Ago
That We Were Inseparable
We Excelled In The World
Holding Hands Together
Now We're Far Apart
Not In Terms Of Physicality
But Our Hearts Have Grown Apart
Now We Have To Stay Apart
For Awhile To Come Together
And Feel The Same Old Heat
How Did It Happen
So Slowly It Took Place
That Everything I Say Now
Seems Bothersome To You
And Everything You Say
Seems So Critical Of Me
There Is Absence Of Love In Our Togetherness
Sometimes I Think Our Love Flew Away In Fear
During A Screaming Match Of Ours
Are We Two Mechanical Toys Going Through Life
Carrying On The Tasks Within This World
I Blame Myself Mostly For Being Vulnerable
So Dependant On You For My Emotions
