Not The One

Cannot agree with you more

I'm not the one, nothings more sure

Not the one who would listen as you emasculate

Not the one who would listen when you blame

Not the one who would carry you burdens

Not the one who would carry your shame

  

                         Not the one who could easily tolerate your fears and phobias

                 Not the one who could listen patiently 

       While you told the stories of poor choice past boyfriends

We had so much in common 

       Both of us shunned effective communication 

               When we were feeling even slightly offended

                        Much preferring to play that ol' silent treatment game

Both us liked to hold each others foibles up for ransom

Fly our mutual dirty laundry from the highest flagpole

Give everyone we know a chance to disapprove

And mutter out the words "I told you so"

Cannot agree with you more

You're not the one, nothings more sure

Not the one who decided we just weren't working

Not the one who decided not to give it a 32nd chance

Not the one who proclaimed there was someone else

Not the one who proclaimed this was the last dance