My Inflatable Divorce
Such a sad ending, to something that was full of promise
I never thought it would ever turn out like this
My beautiful rubber baby has told me she wants out
Well, she didn’t actually say the words, but there’s no doubt
what she wants; the problem is we never say
what’s on our minds; no communication is the guarantied way
that leads to the complete failure of our love,
the looming disaster that we both were so afraid of
You’d have thought that just because
she’s such a good listener, we could work it out. Was
I not good enough? That we could work through
anything, I thought was a given; what to do, what to do?
She’s so hard to see through; the case
is it’s hard to know what she wants, with that unmoving face
I can’t read any emotion there; she’s just so damn cold
But, on the bright side, I’m not too old
to start again and meet another lass
but, oh the hassle; what a pain in the a**!
How can I ever meet
a girl who can ever compete
with my pretty blow-up doll?
And will I ever be happy again, at all?
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