How I wish I knew how much of it was real

To what extent, to what degree

You learned arpeggio

I learned how to take a wall down

You were OK with the friend

OK with a colleague

But you’ve never met a boss you liked

And there’s no way

That could be my fault

Nobody in your life has all of you

Even those who are supposed to

But I learned that too late

Like a widow who calls her husband

Just to say, “Don’t go”