THE GRATEFUL END.

It was three weeks after the end when
You found your new boy through a friend,
And whenever I come to town
You parade him before the crowd.
Surely, you’re not that awful.
My God,
I don’t think I like it,
At all.

Now it’s ten weeks after the end and
You’re entangled with him again,
I’m observing you from the bar,
Baby please don’t take this too far;
You must know it won’t make me think,
Or even stop,
Or stay,
Or go
Away.

Remember, it was me who told you
That I couldn’t breathe,
And threw our love away
Regardless of my fate;
I thought I’d beat the wings,
Didn’t count on doing worse.
Surely I’m not that cheap.
My God,
I don’t think I like it,
At all.

Now it’s one year after the end,
And I found me a brand new friend;
To behold,
And unfold,
And eventually
Bankroll.

My God,
I believe in it all now.
Look at what I have made;
Embrace it,
Believe it,
Erase it
And grieve.