End of Us
It was bad this time
I must have been bad this time
She snaps, she tells me it straight
Perhaps I should retaliate
Say “stop this!”
This is not my way
This is not me at all
I think its stopping the secret comments of others
“Do it better!”
“That’s not good enough”
“Look at yourself”
I may be the one who needs to change?
Is it me that’s doing it, all along?
I don’t think so
A night in the car again tonight
The comfort of its seats
The warmth of its interior
The great music and warm voices from the radio
She will apologise again
So it will be the cold bedroom
The cold bed
Perhaps I deserve it
I am not as good as she wants
Someone better quality
They must have the magic that I don’t
I don’t think so
I do think that is her
Her mother reassures me that
I cant take this anymore
Tonight is the last night
A car night
The best night of the week
Perhaps she has done it this time
Perhaps I have done it this time
Perhaps we have done it this time
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