Rewind to Act 3, please take note
the living room looks a little too lived in.
Jackets strewn all over, leather coat
pockets turned inside out, emptied.
Receipts crumpled on the floor
from some unattended romantic tryst.
New cologne sample worn for that whore
in those unfamiliar pictures torched
with ashes dancing around a gold band
whose chemical composition is more
resilient than the marriage at hand
was ever worth.
A charred letter read:
Sweetheart, let her down easy,
don't say your love is dead
on your anniversary.
You don't have to say any more
than I still love you,
but not like before.
the living room looks a little too lived in.
Jackets strewn all over, leather coat
pockets turned inside out, emptied.
Receipts crumpled on the floor
from some unattended romantic tryst.
New cologne sample worn for that whore
in those unfamiliar pictures torched
with ashes dancing around a gold band
whose chemical composition is more
resilient than the marriage at hand
was ever worth.
A charred letter read:
Sweetheart, let her down easy,
don't say your love is dead
on your anniversary.
You don't have to say any more
than I still love you,
but not like before.