Time Stole The Joy

Monday I drifted away with some coffee to keep me awake.
And you saw me just one final time, as this credit card shut up your eyes.
Tuesday I woke with the dawn and put my old wedding ring on.
She said, “time is a fickle mistress, you can drink, but you’ll never fool it.”
I am invisible to you, I’m all on my own, what can I do.
And wednesday I hung from a tree hoping that you’d notice me.
That you’d bathe all my wounds in your tears and shower me with sympathy.
And thursday was harder to take with these pills piled high on my plate.
So I swallow each one in a haze in a cascade of light, I was saved.
She says, “I’m sorry, my darling, time stole the joy we were hiding.”
I am in love and this baby is yours.
And I don’t want to live in this light, let your darkness just cover my eyes.
And I’m trying to get myself clean, but it’s all I can do to just scream.