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I brush my hair while he brushes dirt off his sleeve 

"I'll be to bed in a minute" he says to me

 But I know I won't see him till a quarter to three

The bags under his eyes say he's leaving.

I put on lipstick as he wipes some from his collar 

He should've been home half an hour ago 

Was it her who made the first move or did he have to con her.

These are the thoughts racing through my head that I don't want to ponder

Now I'm washing his clothes and they all smell like cheap perfume.

If you were in my position what would you do? 

I play the happy wife card; wear it like a costume 

While my husband fucks some woman inside of a conference room.