Dinner? We both know it isn’t It’s just what we say to keep conversation. Anything to avoid the question On both of our minds You leave for four hours I will stay here Not thinking about what’s happening Of what lies you tell I even confront you It’s not an easy thing to do And your best excuse Is that I don’t get it And I am jealous… OK. What can I be doing wrong? That you can’t be truthful After 20 years, I think I have earned the truth Not this.