28 OUT OF 168
Last week he had Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday to call me and he did not call
There is 168 hours in a week
He spent 28 of those hours with me
Where was he the rest of the time
Home with her or at work to pay her
For living there with his recliner
By her chair with the foot stool
I will not go there again
Except perhaps in horror dreams
As I don't need to be reminded
That she's good enough to live with
While I am good for only 28 hours
Out of a 168 hour week of the last
It's the way he wants it to be
Acting as though he needs to be alone
Well, be alone this week with her gone
See what I live everyday and night
I know it won't change the way you are
Which is playing both sides of the fence
But at least I won't have to watch you go
And wonder why you're too lazy to call me
So have fun alone all those hours that
You can sleep and eat and dream without
My arms around you and my kisses on your neck
You do not need them remember that
I will remember that I am strong without you
And you can baby yourself all day as I won't
Heck, if you get too lonely, call her
I'm sure she'll call you anyway
Her husband she won't even sleep with
How sad I was drug into this mess.
8/27/2007 0430 cj
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