A Comedy

The flowers on our bedsheets are withering.
With one more wash they'll be lost for good.
I'm shaking out the brush while dithering
In fear, for the colors aren't so clear where they stood.
Maybe you should have thrown down the extra cash.

Or maybe I'm a prick. Maybe I'm tired,
Tired of lying to the only one who knew
All the truths I pushed aside.

The dishes in the sink are drying on their own,
But no one ever said that they were clean.
Are we past the point of trying? Will we just end up buying
A brand new dining set for a different home?
Maybe you should have drowned the porcelain.

Or maybe I'm a prick. Maybe I'm tired,
Tired of lying to the only one who knew
All the truths I pushed aside.

On the counter top you found my ring.
I didn't have pockets on my jeans.
I swear my lungs were never built to sing,
But I'll try once more tonight
To twist wrong into right.

Yeah, maybe I'm a prick. Maybe I'm tired,
Tired of lying to the only one who knew
All the truths I pushed aside.

- afm