My Fucking Wife

Working everyday—

Earning money for my wife

Coming home exhausted,

So no time for love at night

But the longing is okay

She says its alright—

that I’m coming home tired,

to give her a worthy life.

But my money has been leaving.

I’m just starting to notice

Maybe she’s been shopping,

but theres no new clothes to show this.

But its just money, right?

Maybe she just wants to blow it.

Its still kind of sketchy,

She should've let me know this.

Lately she’s been talking low

Whispering to her phone

Leaving bed late at night

in the no-go time zone

So I’m getting off early

Calling her on my way home

Its going straight to voicemail

Maybe she not alone.

I pull into the driveway

Another car is here

Its a beamer and its trash

Falling off in the rear

I’m getting a little anxious

more as I get nearer.

Its pulling me to the door

Something like a siren’s leer.

I go into the house

and hear another mans voice.

I seen him in my bed,

and instantly regret my choice.

They run of the house

and I realized she chose another course.

I guess I wasn’t enough,

now I’m desperate, missing her voice.

The next day I’m driving

Heading to the bank.

Memorizing last night

The day my heart sank.

I try to smile anyway,

realizing my high rank.

Until I ask about my accounts,

and they tell me they’re all blank.

She’s stolen all my money,

and ripped away my pride.

Left me with zero dollars,

and took my best ride.

Its sad I still miss her,

Forgiveness running through my mind.

As she misused my love,

with another man on the side.