I can’t sit anymore because my ass is too sore
While I wait for your call, in this dreadful bore
My body breaks down with each wasted second
Even my blinking slows as my will is weakened
Your call still may come, but terribly too late
All my muscle sunk to a debilitating weight
It was my choice to stay idle while you were out
Should have moved on at the first sign of doubt
Though, the silly girl inside me decided to linger
Saw something shiny in you, and not for her finger
Still, the someday thoughts were there in pale
Faintly jotted down lines of her own fairytale
Illustrated a scene to herself in this lady-life
Where you were her sailor and she was your wife
Now I laugh at myself while my ass goes cold
Through the numbness I somehow feel ugly and old
But, unfettered freedom isn’t just for the fortunate few
So I’ll get off my behind and I'll find some one new