fourth floor room
each girl I've brought back home to bloom
all fold on close inspection
each one leaves a banner hanging from the eaves
marking the eve of election
ex-girl collection
why/ into why not
into what else you got?
it's just how men mark time ann slams in
another lightening round begins
this could get interesting
where's ann been?
she pours herself a don't-ask gin
no ice and light on the bitters
I'm done with quitters
'why / charles, I found out
wipe that smile off your mouth
I think it's tell-me time...'
britt hit hard
she found my box of beth's best cards
hand cut and signed with 'x's
called at work
'happy anniversary, jerk'
and I just laughed at the timing with you on hold line 2 still crying 'why
play sex on the cuff?
does beth like it rough?
and learn your dirty lines?
and keep her hair cropped
(the other shoe dropped)
'is this how men mark time in couples?', she cursed
(this sounds too rehearsed)
as ann, hand on hip, accusing me to the rafters
the words turn and spit and scorch right through to the plaster
I'm called 10 kinds of a bastard
curses came faster
why / into why not?
into charles gone to pot
in hotter water
line up to lift up a toast
to the ones I hurt most
and how the well's gone lime
with charles on the plow
I'm roger over and how
slower now men mark time
fine
why, what else you got?
