mathiasthom

Throwing myself under the bus
again and again and again
loving one dimensional words
so misguided and plainly dead

Sadly the other woman
the one everybody despises
the worst taste in men
always going round the bend

But he looks at me
and I don't feel alone
saying the right words
in such a righteous tone

Kissed his mouth
bungled my way south
more promises tomorrow night
one day I'll get this right

Sadly the other woman
in a non sequitur dress
playing in the muck
cursed with tough luck

Maybe one day this pattern will stop
and maybe one day the bomb will drop
maybe one day I won't feel so cold
and this world won't feel so bought and sold...

mathiasthom
written 7/5/20