In a throw away world she threw him away.
Like yesterday’s newspapers blown out from today.
The wind of change blown in be under no doubt.
Ditched and dumped and binned he was on his way out.
It’s that same O same O the same old reason why.
Then she puts on the waterworks and she breaks down and cries.
He’s still in a daze and baffled he can’t understand a thing.
She’s kicked him to the kerb, when he went and bought the ring.
But it was all over quickly before it ever really began.
As he thinks to himself Wow shit what the fuck just happened Man.
That ring doesn’t seem so precious as it burns him to his soul.
The shine has lost its golden lustre and it leaves him feeling cold.
He wanted to tell her how much he loved her.
He could have broken down and cried.
He can taste the bitterness of lemons.
As swallow down his pride.
He’s just about to start shouting but then begins to laugh.
As he stares across the table at an old family photograph.
But those memories feel so distant like a blast from the past.
All those happy years together are over so fuckin fast.
He’s getting old, his hair is thinning.
The short of breath fuckin room is spinning.
He doesn’t know what’s happening.
But in his heart he does.
They’ve spent so much time together.
Through hard times and foul weather.
All a wedding ring means to her.
Is a millstone around her neck.
She’s had enough, it’s over.
It’s not worth arguing any more.
He bites his lip and shakes his head.
And starts heading for the door.
The golden ring feels heavy it anchors him to the floor.
She tells him he’s not wanted, not wanted any more.
Her eyes look almost black but they shine in the dark.
Tonight she’s just as dangerous of fuckin great white shark.
She bears her teeth being all aggressive.
It’s a battle he can’t win.
What’s the point of fighting on.
If the other person has given in.
He rubs the gold ring between his fingers.
Then he marches out of the front door.
When he’s gone she brings in the welcome mat
He’s not welcome anymore.
How did it come to this, he thought everything was fine.
It’s easy to miss the subtle changes that happen over time.
Over before it really began it’s all gone tits up fast somehow.
When something once so precious feels a lot less precious now.
