Counter tops, and the wet green grass
is where you used to take me
But nothings the same as it used to be.

I crossed you once
I crossed you twice
I told you little white lies, lies, lies.
Not that I knew, at the time.

I cried my tears, I reliquished my pride
I gave it up
to be my your side
to hold your hand
to hold your head
to share my secrets
to share your bed.

And when we’ve gone grey and grown old
and when we wrinkle and our skin folds
and all our earthly teasures have been sold
and all our good stories hundreds of times told.

I’ll stand on my tip toes look up at you,
tittering and tottering, with eyes like new
smirking, at how we came to be,
and how you stole my heart from me