Weather Forecast - Threatening Storms

Talking about the weather with you, alone

is better than you not saying a word to me

you talk to the butcher, the gas station clerk

but not a word to me- what is wrong?

your lips remain sealed no matter my pleading

I know I got angry, threw you against the wall

but you came home late without letting me know

dinner wasn’t ready when I arrived at six

You know I like it on the table when I walk in the door

And I don’t like cauliflower as you damned well know

You wouldn’t have served it if you cared about me

And now you’re not talking to me at all

Your eyes stare glassy, you’re holding your breath

It’s all your fault, you made me do it, you bitch

I’m getting angry again but your body remains still

If it mattered to you, you’d talk to me once more

now I sit, alone, talking about weather with no one.