Untitled Because I Truly Do Not Know What To Call It

Your name's written on my hand again

I took up with a friend some great romance

I dont need your alimony pay

Three strikes out it's not a baseball play

Lips marked with invisible ink

A babies bath in the kitchen sink

Maybe i hadn't told you this before

I can't write it till youre out the door

That time you said it was only me

Last time you spoke it was apathy

I walked down the street

I wore your shoes

The man on the corner sang the blues

I painted a picture of your eyes

That blue no longer matches the sky