Lights Out - Owen

You go and I’ll stay.

Why would I put clothes on to see some guy you like more than me?

But you should go-- I’ll be OK.

I promised myself I’d finally start that book I’ve been meaning to read

about the French Revolution.

You go and I’ll stay.

Why would I leave the house to go see some guy who sings better than me?

When you come home to me--

smelling like booze, humming his tunes--

I’m rolling over and it’s light out for this lightweight.