Sad Open-Mic Song

Fake sticky lashes
Fresh digital prints
wrinkled up bedsheets
still drunk with his scent
ashy grey tear-lines
streaking her cheeks
itchy blue headaches
and two tired feet

It's all of these things
and sad open-mic songs
that the poor girl's got left
'cause he's as good as gone

It's all of these things
and sad open-mic songs
that the poor girl's got left
'cause he's as good as gone

Chipping red polish
and black sin-stained panties
all that compromising
'cause he upped the ante
wedding magazines
all dog-eared in vain
what good is a bride
with no new last name
what good is a man
who will never change

what good are her poems
what good are her songs
what does it all matter
when he's as good as gone

what does it all matter
when he's as good as gone

Now she's in the bathroom
for more than an hour
Guess time in there crying
has extended her showers
and the same eyes he swore
he could gaze in forever
are a little less gleaming
and hopeful
and clever

What good is the "right thing"
when we opt to do wrong
what good is a man
when he's as good as gone

what good is a man when he's as good as gone?