My social calendar frowns on me
She keeps tabs out of politeness
Or maybe it's morbid curiosity
She walks out to the street
Sifts through the garbage bags
To find a personality with teeth
One she can use against us
Was it her mistake or mine
Too late to play the long odds
Long at odds with her plays
Fact meets reality meets ego
Crushed somewhere in between
We want what we can't have
God help us to realize
What we did wrong
Where she erred, where I erred
And help me find confidence
Help me find strength
To move on
Or move out
