Another night, another disappointment, another no-show
Despite all my best efforts–here I sit alone
“It could be worse,” I tell myself as I stare down at my phone
2 nights ago we lay in bed–after I agreed to stay
You told me it was nice my head lying on your chest that way
We woke the next morning-you dressed and left for work
I roamed your apartment- it was spick and span–but I still found some dirt
She’d scribbled out her name on your refrigerator door
A girl I’d heard you mention at least a couple times before
“I’m out of here!” I told myself–picking up my stride
But I realized I couldn’t be too upset cause you were never really mine
-Lyndsey Coleman