Husband

When you look in her eyes, do you wish that they’re mine?

You’re falling in love with someone else,

and it just about kills me for the hundredth time.

You used to say that I was the only one you would ever sing to,

and now that’s not true.

How does it feel to hurt me, then move on and be happy?

Now you can go and be her new husband.

I hope she likes to be disappointed.

I hope she doesn’t mind being put last.

I never did but I loved you that much.

I was kind of hoping you’d come crawling back,

knees on the floor, apologies in the palms of your hands.

Feeling pretty stupid for wanting someone like you for a husband.

I’m embarrassed to say that I still love you,

but at least I wasn’t cruel enough to lie about it in the first place.

Amaretto sours and hands on my waist aren’t enough to make me forget that I miss you.

I wonder when I’ll be okay again.

Anxiety, anger, heartbreak, listen to our old voicemails.

Now you can go and be her new husband.

She likes to be disappointed.

She doesn’t mind being put last.

I never did but that’s how much I fucking wanted you.

I believed you every time you’d say you’d be better for me.

For me, not anyone else.

I was kind of hoping you’d come crawling back,

knees on the floor, apologies in the palms of your hands.

You’re her new husband, but how does it feel to be with your second choice?

I’ve been going through hell trying to fix myself.

Now you can go and be her new husband,

and I’ll be the love of your life that you’ve forgotten about.