Her Ripped Blue Jeans

You’re screaming at me through the kitchen door I’m not quite as pretty as the one before Her ripped blue jeans keep staring at me In trouble again for the way I clean The neighbors complain every time we fight And I’m not quite sure if I ever was right He won’t throw away her damn blue jeans Got the ghost of his ex in the house with me You beg every time for another chance Say you will change and be a better man Can’t count the times that I’ve forgiven Your endless lies and promises broken Finally lit a match to those jeans of hers Cracked a smile as I watched them burn The flames turned a pretty shade of red Almost the color of my favorite lipstick Gathered my things and heard you shout Mean angry words that I tuned out Caught the first ride and waved goodbye To those damn blue jeans and my old life