I want my money back...

You told me I should think about leaving. Every time you checked your watch the light reflected in my eyes. Such a subtle hint you must have thought. Conversation struck up and abruptly crashed into a dead end. Like my car you wrecked and then apologized about for a week. You must have thought I'd lord it over you, because the next week you said you needed space. I said join NASA. You didnt laugh. Now I'm not sure what I'm begging for. You sigh and roll your eyes becuase you know I hate it. Your wrong about most things, but I say your right so you wont be embarrassed. You direct me to the door with such familiarity. I remeber how good you were with directions. Funny that you always made me read the map. The side panel of my car is a different color. An embarrassing reminder of you. Somehow I still think of turning around. But I wont, I'll just go back to my apartment that you hated. I'll go back to bare walls and lamps without shades. I'll go back to shadows.