I just wanted my shirt
to hang next to your pants
Though my colors are always angry
They go into rants
About how your apples hog the fridge
and your pictures crowd the wall
It's not like my shoes get closet space at all
The counter is covered
in masks that you wear
A different color for every mood
not that I care
You change those feelings
like coloring your hair
So often it seems I can't even tell
if everything I do is taken very well
Because it always gets taken
like the taxes or the dead
Still the only ghost I see
is the one in my head
A ghost of my youth
and the eulogy read
Whisked away by a judge
to the land of the wed
We are gathered here today
to witness some misery
Two people who settled
for the runner-up victory
Not the gold nor the silver
but at least we're on the stand
Crying off into the sunset
holding regretful hands
When I just wanted my socks
to share a drawer with yours too
How my whites are always angry
remembering life without you
That life so happy
not smothered in blues
My old heart feels borrowed
and it's time to renew
I just wanted my tie
to hang next to your dress
Now the man in these clothes
is a slobbering mess
Unable to fathom
the way that he's blessed
I know that it's hard
to give up what you own
I promise it's better
than the pain we have known
or the lack of compassion I've shown
So like a classic bait and switch
I'm a salesman with a pitch
to sell you back your life
Nothings cheaper than a bitch
I'll close down this store
and clean off the shelves
This love business is a chore
I need to retire myself
I can't take anymore
So take me out to the curb
and leave me behind
The greatest gift to be kind
is for me to become
out of sight and out of mind
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