I Could Write Books

MIKE

I could write books
'Bout all the things you don't know about me,
Page after page of all the things you didn't say.
I could write books
'Bout all the things you didn't do,
And then write twice as much
about how much I still love you.
I drop hints about my birthday,
You forget it anyway.
I say "pick me up at seven",
And you do, but the wrong day.
Is there something I should know about
That's going on inside?
What is wrong with me that there's
So much of you you hide?
I could write books
'Bout all the ways you hurt me,
All the ways you didn't even know could destroy a person so.
I could write books
'Bout all the things you took from me,
And then write twice as much
About how much you give back.
I could fill all the desert sands
With ancient scriptures from my hands,
Watch siroccos come erase them
And then write them all again.
I just can't understand why I do
All these things that don't make sense;
But love it seems has a logic
That defies all evidence.
I could write books
'Bout all the things I don't know about you,
Volumes one and two of all the doubt you put me through.
And maybe I'll never know
Why you do the things you do,
But I do know
I'll always love you.
'Cause deep inside, I think
You love me, too.