Under our carpet there is the argument from thirteen weeks
Ago about when you mouthed a filthy word to your friend and
Said that is was a joke. It’s sitting there, next to the time that you
Were angry at me for no apparent reason, on top of the day you
Snapped at me before I’d even spoke. Under our carpet is every
Bad mood and every harsh comment that shouldn’t have been
Uttered, but was, even though neither of us are sure of the
Reason because, we’re too busy pretending things haven’t
Happened. Under our carpet is the time you said I think she
Might be able to help me understand things like I’m the one
That doesn’t make sense, although, if you raked through our
Past tense you’d find yourself to be just as confusing as me.
Under our carpet are the tears that I’ve cried, and never told
You about, because no one wants a girlfriend that isn’t okay.
But I don’t want a girlfriend who lies I can already hear you
Say as you read that line. Under our carpet is every time I’ve
Told you I’m fine, just because I need to forget whatever it is
That’s been brushed under the carpet this time.
