You always change the subject when I ask about receipts -
that turn up in your pockets now and then -
For stays in odd localities where branches of the firm
you’ve worked for all these years have never been.

And isn’t it peculiar how, when late night calls come in,
depending on who answers…me, or you…
Never will they just hang up…when I don’t beat you to them…
but will - so very often - when I do.

“You don’t wanna know,” has been your typical response
whenever I attempt to learn the truth,
But finding out about your sins was not a major feat,
and done without the need to play the sleuth.

Facts betraying when and where are gleaned from your receipts
and features on your phone inform me - who,
So all that’s left for me to figure out…and understand…
is why - you choose to cheat the way you do.

Trying hard to disregard what, somewhere down the road,
always ruins a life and breaks a heart,
I have been pretending that it’s me you love the most,
and tried…for all these months…to do my part.

But now it’s very clear to me that you have truly changed,
and aren’t the man with whom I fell in love,
And how you tear my heart to shreds - by nudging me aside -
has fin’ly made its way from - push - to shove!

So, now, my love…with great regret
(as once again you whisper
the name of who you cheat with in your sleep),
I’ve decided you should take your leave of this - our bed…
and - to your grave - the secrets that you keep!

And as I **** the hammer on this pistol that I’m holding…
and point it at your unsuspecting head…                     
Through my tears I clearly see the only certain way
you’ll never cheat again is…if you’re dead!