He's been cruel and he's been vacant
He's been anything but kind
And you've never tried so hard in all your life.
Pretty sure he's been taken, but you need a bit more time
To hold him hard and say you're still his wife.
You believe enough for everybody
Bite your lip and chin up, but he
Just can't see
Turn around, turn away
Reach for the surprise or
For yourself, for someone
Like you just a little bit wiser, and
Wake up, wake up
Not gonna sit around and listen you're
Not gonna sit around and listen, no
You're not going to sit and listen no more...
He's been gone seven cold, dead weeks
And you turn to where he'd be
Then hold yourself and shudder at the sight
Of the bed, of the folded sheets
The mattress you can't see (yourself)
Sleeping on so much as one more night.
You grab a beer and breathe your air in
Spend an hour standing, staring
He offers his bribes up to God
Oh give me everything I swear
I'll be happy, I'll be good and I'll be
Oh so very kind
Swear I'll try to be kind
He's been good with the kids and
The last two Halloweens
You let him hand out candy at your door.
There's a frame on the nightstand
In it you're sixteen
It's true, you've seen it all stretched out before.
You stretch your legs and watch the ceiling
Happy not to name the feeling
Just to be
feeds for ,