Cheque Please.

i guess the mop and the broom was just too much for you.
you laid your grounds and stated the rules
though sadly the truth is unspoken;
you never realise a lot that's going on is about you.

time and again, perhaps this would be different
i rolled on over and regret every wrong decision.
i can't help but to care what and how things went;
but you just looked over it and say it is nothing.

i cant expect you to listen anymore. well, not to me at least.
sometimes i think we're in different dimensions, different beliefs.
but when time pass by i hope you come around
intentions, the uncertainty of it, is us-bound.

roll out the curtains and handle the deck
thanks for keeping my reality in check.
but when the rainbow has come, and clouds turn blue,
that's when i'll give my reality cheque to you.