You stopped humming and playing the guitar I did not listen hard enough You stopped smiling when you looked at me I did not see well enough You stopped holding me as tight I did not feel hard enough You stopped talking to me as much I did not ask for you enough You started to smell of cigarettes again I did not inhale you enough You stopped wanting to taste me I did not entice you enough You started making excuses to leave And I made them for you too Pretending that what my senses felt was just, simply not true.