Plate Frisbee

Dinner and breakfast made

For two but I unloaded her plate

Straight into the garbage

Just like I feel believing lies

Oh we’ll spend so many hours

Analog clocks will complain

Hopes and fears spinning

Waiting for her is ending

Easy to say this can’t be hard

When you’re the one leaving

Favor to see you, asking for more unfair

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This is exhausting

Playing house then I’m left

Guess I’m just a very sad man

Drugs to conceal losses

And hide my life of shame

Made a huge banquet while singing love songs

Only idiots do the same

Took her plate and fed stray dogs outside

Say you don’t understand while I smile

Laugh then I mumble it doesn’t matter.

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