Last night, you said some things.
Last night, we talked of rings.
Last night, you were so sweet.
Last night, I said you’d meet my parents
at the first opportunity.
What is this current disunity that we are experiencing?

Last night, we seemed so simpatico.
We planned a vacation in Puerto Rico.
Two kids and a lifetime in Hartsdale;
our fill of picnics and yard sales.
Last night it seemed it was all planned out.
What is it you’re now trying to shout?

Are you trying to get away?
Is that what you’re trying to say?
Do you seek to tell me nay
but in a way that’s a bit more gray?
Cuz in that way, you’re doing OK!
You’ve been confusing me ALL DAY!
If you want to lead me astray,
then you have certainly got your way.

Last night, our love was storybook.
Last night, we had dreamy eyes. Take a look!
Last night, we were looking to the future.
Today, it seems you want to suture
all the things that we said
into some kind of threaded creation.

Last night, we were all sorts of perfect.
Now, it looks like you’d like to reject
the plans that we had arrived at.
Hit ’em with a bat and make ’em splat
into a mess and let it lie
on the ground there until it dies.

Last night…