By Wednesday

people are asking me baby
and i notice that i'm lying trying
to give you time that is mine
it's been my role to protect you
make you look better than you sometimes are
and i'm thinking that this splenda tastes sweet
but it's leaving this taste in my space
and there's a voice in my head
screaming to let go,

that i shouldn't have to wait a week
for you to right your wrongs

his broken heart is where is ought,
it belongs

you shared our bed while we were wed
and death you will be departed
.now.finish.what.you.took.you.started

parted better be your ways
(more than one)

.we'll.say.completion.
ever.after.

drink
wink
start, seduce

you'll get wrapped again
in her noose

have to think
and decide if i should
sit this one out until you decide
to get a grip on the rip she puts in your space
erase this fake, as it is (and really isn't)

and i can't imagine
that you think it's fair to bear
and wait a week
for you to clean up shop