"I'm sure I'll be fine"
And I meant it of course
At least at the time.
"I'm finding myself"
Amongst bottles of wine
And collapsing health
I can't see for what's mine
Surrounded by filth
In my marriage's shrine.

"You need to be angry" they said
As if I could blame someone else
When I made my own bed.
"It won't last forever"
And I suppose that's true
But when time seeps together
You can't see "someone new"
When all of my time
Is devoted to you.

"It's time to move on"
And that's probably true
But how do I do that
When I still love you.