Common Ground

Girl, you and I aren't so different.
We both love the same man, or pardon me, I meant boy...
Those lies he told you?
I heard the same ones too.
You don't know he's lied yet.
But I do.

Those tears you are about to cry,
Honey, I cried the same ones for almost five years before you.

Didn't you ever feel your heart begging you to listen to your gut?
Sugar, he cheated on you.
Woman to woman, face to face. I would tell you.
I would tell you of the way he kissed me, like he always used to
and of the way he touched me, and how long he said he'd wanted to.
I'd explain the aching I felt in his lips and fingertips
and of the way he made me believe him when he said
"I want to take my time with you"
just before he kissed me goodbye and went home to you.

Sweetie, he thinks us fools.
Telling so many lies, to himself and then back around to us.
He's digging his grave with a back ho, the dirt filling in around him faster than he can throw it.
Perhaps we are fools.
Me, for keeping my promise to him by not coming to you with this truth.
You, for believing the other woman could really be any other than me.
Because really....who else would it be?