And take her seriously, herself Seriously
To leave his dishes in the sink
And let them begin to accumulate
The mold of their love affair
And the stench of their future
If she leaves tonight, or Wednesday morning
She'll only end up somewhere else
And he'll still dirty all the dishes
Leaving a mess for someone new
The shoulder to blame is hers alone
And lonely she waits for him to see
When the plates and forks are spotless
He can only continue to eat
Away the feelings that once projected
Her happiness, her happy with herself
And if he comes home to a darkness
She'll only be in some new town
And he'll still dirty all the dishes
She'll just wash them somewhere else
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