i was drinking
so i’m late
that’s what started the debate
was it one drink
maybe two
i’m not sure, i wish i knew
in every single conversation
there’s two sides that we see
but, besides ours, there’s another
the truth and that makes three
was i dancing
did i meet
another woman, so discreet
you were home
alone you said
but, there’s clean sheets upon the bed
little lies
and bigger liars
i didn’t ride her, just kicked the tires
you just smile
and don’t let on
it’s just ten minutes since he’s been gone
we can argue
what’s the use
neither one can tell the truth
i go quiet
that’s just me
there’s still a third side i should see
so i drink
one shot or two
it shouldn’t matter much to you
one side mine
another yours
the third side hidden behind closed doors
there’s three sides known to every story
the third one can be kind of gory
so it’s the one we never see
mine, yours, and the truth makes three
thanks Thelma…it is sad
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Sadly true in many cases
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