Boomerang.

I hang up my phone and you call me.
I wash my dishes and your lipstick is on my glass.
I sweep my floor and feel your cornflakes crunching beneath my feet.
I make my bed and your head is on my pillow.
I sponge off my couch and you are lying there naked.
I return your stuff and find your underwear in my sink.
I swear you off and you knock on my door.
I stop listening and you say that you love me.

Look:  If I marry you ... will you go out with me?