Well Dear:

I knew I would be right.
We believed it to be true.
But

(and bear with me),

It's the third period;
The fourth quarter;
Fifth set;
Tenth round;
Eighteenth hole;
Last lap.

In thirteen hundred weeks
I'll give you confirmation
And you'll have an epiphany.
You'll get my situation.

(sorry about this next part)

I was in the game 'til
The fat lady sang,
“Hallelujah.”

I told you I'd love you til I died,
But you,
Ah, you,
You tossed in the towel.
And I don't even get to say...