So here we go again
I put your bottles in the trash can
while you sleep them off in bed
dreaming of ways
to cover your mistakes
trying to find out
just who it was you blamed for everything
but I feel hopeful today
might be that poem that you wrote
that you forgot to throw away
I shouldn't have to reread it today
but I just don't want to forget the things you say
the newspaper arrives
I pick up the keys under the mat
the ones you couldn't find last night
when we got home
and you just had to have one more
then you woke me up round five, desperate to make love
and love is war
yet I feel hopeful today
might be the way you cling to life
cause it's a passing thing
and when you're gone then all the Gods are going to cry
cause they don't want to forget your burning light
and I've seen this before
you wake up around noon, then you head towards the door
and say you're sorry for everything you did
and I say thank you, but I don't care anymore
cause I feel, I feel hopeful today
might be the way you say goodbye
like you don't want to go
and I don't have to, but I read it once again :
"True love has found me in the end"
