You pulled the plug
You pulled the plug on the whole **** thing
And as I stood watching all of the water run down the drain, then right when it was about to disappear
Turn into a miniature hurricane
Swirling, swirling, swirling and then
Empty
I could relate to that more than I ever could relate to you
Now I know that the water was lukewarm
And filthy after we bathed every one of our sins in it
I know I could not possibly hope that that water could turn clear once more
And although that notion is so far fetched
I would never have let us slip away
The worst part of it all was that I was the only one watching us vanish from sight
I fear that one day you will come home
Drunk off of cheap ***** and cheaper women
And you will go to bathe expecting me to be awaiting your return
And I will not even be in the house