Just Another Escapist

You come home and find me sitting here

And ask how my day is going

Acting as though I have open ears

And nothing better to be knowing

Than all about you

And all that you do

I'm the one who nags about your mess

Even though you never listen

I give more, you're always giving less

In this house I reminisce in

Through the years

It's crystal clear

I have had my fill about your life

I sigh relieved to know you're leaving

I'm your roommate, I am not your wife

And when you're gone I won't be grieving

So long

So long


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