You better pick the right one.
Because the thrill will fade
Just like Grandma told you.
It will hit the fan
And you want someone who will stand beside you
Not sit painting their nails at the dining room table.
You need someone to pull your boots off your feet
When you're too tired to move anymore
And hold you when you cry
Because someone died in front of you again.
You need someone who will check to see if you're having a stroke
Not just scold you for having a jaunty collar.
Or leave you alone with your thoughts
On the darkest night
Because this was supposed to be a fling
But instead it's lasted seven years.
You need better.
So choose wisely.
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