You thought I didn’t hear
when you played last night
but I did.
I heard that new song
and I’m pretty sure
I know what it’s about.

So fuck you.
Is that really the way
you think it happened?
You ignored like
everything I said
and tried to do.
Everything!

I didn’t leave you there.
You chose to stay.
I begged you to –
and anyway
you’d been trying to get me to go
for hours.
Hours…

I can’t believe
this is the version of the story
you wanted to tell.
It wasn’t my fault.
I felt awful
and after I’d begged you to come with me.
Figuratively begged.

But look:
art is art.
You get to paint me
with whatever kind of brush
and color
and canvas you want.
I’ll take it
even if
you’ll only sing it
when you think I can’t hear.