So this came to me a few weekends ago, this tale of a man's shame and guilt of cheating on his girlfriend with another woman, and for once, no songs helped me write this poem.
I woke up yelling
Threw my remote at the mirror
Couldn't bear to look at myself dead in the face
I couldn't believe what I had done
I'd stupidly fell for the passionate night
I knew was completely wrong.
The stains on the bedroom sheets
From me and my one-night lover
It might as well have been blood
Left of the scene of a murder
Or from the remains of a devastating flood.
So I'll take the dirty sheets
Over to the laundry mat
Off on Dustin and Bay
I'll be there trying to wash my sins away
I'll be there washing my shame away.
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