The End of the End

They weren’t here to celebrate, they thought
She was the unworthy fisherman and you the prized bait
They weren’t here to pay the condolences
Instead they brought some candy and some verbal sugar
That didn’t console you but still
And they didn’t let you pay the bill
It was on them for the night
It was on them, all right.

A half death for herself when she finally admitted
But what was her apology good for, if she never regretted?
The confetti defected to drop from the sky
For your dead ego couldn’t boost even when she broke down and cried
Because the excuses started rambling thereafter in self defence
Like her innocent oblivion from when they turned lovers from friends
She grew tired of your abuses so trite, she retorted
It was on him, all right!

How fast memories of the last nine years rusted
For you it’s dead and gone, done and dusted
I know you’ve stopped hearing or reading her
But if you ever think of her in the fleeting blur
Just know one thing, between the endless lies or their refuge
Her love was no subterfuge
When you couldn’t bear her anymore blinding your sight
And thought her blaming the rest was the height of her laughable plight
So sad she proved everyone right-
It was on her, all right.