Do you remember the day,
Your affections went up in smoke,
As we sat at the table,
Waiting to be served,
And with a dead glance,
With a swish of your fingers,
You dismissed me,
Can you stop talking?
I’m on the phone.
I went invisible that day.
Somehow breakfast waits for you on the kitchen shelf.
You clothes – washed, ironed, folded, wait for your approval.
Our home is clean enough
The trash takes itself out,
And the newspaper finds you in better anticipation,
Than I did on our marriage anniversary.
And what would the lady like to have?
Oh she’ll have the same,
Won’t you honey?
Trust me on this man,
Six years into a marriage and it doesn’t get any more predictable.
You exchange a wink with the waiter,
And I wish I could snap and make you disappear.
I’d love one beer thanks,
Six years of marriage and I don’t mind you as much when I’m drunk.