When Tired's Tiered

I'm sorry for the times I misunderstand.
I just want to take up and hold your hand
And tell you that things aren't so bad.
In fact, to be with you, I'm glad.

I'm sorry that at times, I'm a bit of a grump,
Or when I wander into a silent sort of slump.
I don't mean to partition myself off
From you, for you draw me like a light does moth.

You're hear for me, and I'm here for you,
Though, sometimes I forget the right thing to do.
I just want you to know that through rain or shine,
That I only want to be loving, and caring and kind.

It's difficult at times, when one takes the nocturne,
And the other, which is me, sticks with the diurne.
But, I know that after a little bit of time,
Things will be nice, be good, be fine.