I am a lonely boy,
lonely and blue.
I love a lonely girl,
who doesn't love me too.
She seldom gets out of bed,
unless she has to go pee.
Now, we've been married many, many years,
with little time left.
Shed way too many tears,
we might as well be dead.
I want to go see a movie,
she wants to shop for new clothes.
We fight like cats and dogs,
but nobody knows.
We decided we would paint the house,
we looked at colors together.
She wouldn't agree to any of mine
so, I finally said pick whatever.
Now, we've been married many, many years,
with little time left.
Shed way to many tears,
we might as well be dead.
One day she was driving home,
had a heart attack and hit a tree.
Took her six months to recover,
than began to drown in self pity.
A few months later, I came home from work,
found her unconscious in the floor.
The hospital said she was in a coma,
from what they called, a subdural hematoma.
She eventually recovered and was able to come home.
But, she had forgotten the simplest of chores,
and couldn't be left alone.
Self-pity set in again,
and she didn't want to live anymore.
Now, we've been married many, many years,
with little time left.
Shed way to many tears,
we might as well be dead.
But she gradually got better,
you might even say, she got fine.
Started taking so much medicine,
she slept all the time.
I got tired and bored always being alone.
While her medicine started giving her new friends who weren't really in our home.
Her delusions made me nervous,
so to the E.R. we went.
They gave her fluids to cleanse her system,
then back home we were sent.
It soon became evident, too much medicine was going to be a permanent part of our life.
And, I now had sleeping beauty for my new wife.
I tried to talk to her,
with common sense and some reason.
But she wasn't going to change, she wasn't a season.
I asked her why she wanted to miss her kids growing up?
She made it clear, I was the one who was nuts.
We've been married many, many years,
with little time left.
Shed way to many tears,
we might as well be dead.
We're still together, things are still the same.
She still sleeps her life away,
while telling me I'm insane.
She does wake up long enough to talk to a man on google hang outs.
While me, I look in the mirror at an old man and wonder his name.
We've been married many, many years,
with little time left.
Shed way to many tears,
we might as well be dead.
We've been married many, many years,
with little time left.
Shed way to many tears,
we might as well be dead.
Now me, I'm still looking in the mirror at that old man and wondering his name.
