Falsetto

Falsetto

She’s being the queen with strappy stilettos and tiny handbag
She’s strutting through my house like she owns it

He’s breaking in like he knows what he means
He’s talking to me like he thinks I’m listening

They’re kissing like no one can see them
They’re smiling like they’ve never been happier

I’m despairing quietly by myself
I’m crying into my hands

You’re looking at me like you know what’s wrong
You’re looking at me and bursting into song

A high pitched voice
Like everything else in this room

Falsetto