I've lost a little weight
And might have lied about my age
And nine months to the day
My name escapes you
And you seem so surprised
And I've seen neither hair nor hide
A sight for sunken eyes
It's nice to see you

Wait, what's the rush?
You've said too much
Unsure of what's
Stirred such a fuss
You've heard enough
From those of us
No longer young
Nor lovely enough
For our Love

Try not to scream
As strange as that must seem
It's best not to breathe
I know that it's hard to believe
Just don't make a scene
At least until she leaves

I've saved a little face
And bought a book of children's names
There's no need to explain
The lengths you went to
I read between the lines
Still, something doesn't sit quite right
I've died a dozen times
What I put you through

Wait, what's the rush?
I've seen enough
Weary of what's
Become of us
You've had enough
Of those of us
No longer young
Nor lovely