The house

The more I want it,
the less you do.
The more I need it,
the less you want to.

The faster I run,
the more you stay behind.
The more I care,
the less you mind.

You always give up at the first gunshot.
When no one has been hit.
Well tell me how we'll ever be together?
If you're not willing to fight for it.

Today you want it,
tomorrow you're not sure.
You sent me hunting,
after wards you don't want the prey anymore.

You're getting tired of your room and mine.
You ruin my weekend with your mood.
Solutions take a lot of time.
But if I'm the only one trying, I doubt if I should.

If I say I doubt us, you're mad for a week.
Yet you feel allowed to say things just as bad:
"You want to live together more than I do"
I guess that makes this week my week to be mad.