After the Texas Lounge Closes Her Ex Drives to Her House
I’m sorry we sold our house
and your wedding ring’s tucked away.
I didn’t know your going out on me,
all those guys, was only a phase,
a skin adventure, and when I said
I didn’t want you, things would change.
Three AM, I’m ringing your doorbell.
You’re alone, you’re not alone.
I’m sorry I didn’t know us that well,
that in time we’d be in separate houses,
distanced, no reconciliation.
What happens never happens again.