post-postmodern love

Post-Postmodern Love I’m out late cheating on my new robot therapist girlfriend, with you. Saying, “Don’t worry, she doesn’t have a goddamn clue.” Yeah, she’s not like you she’s nothing like you. ——————————————————————————————————————————————— You’re telling me, “Sorry you’ve been so blue just wish there was something that I could do.” I’m saying, “Don’t worry about a thing I know you’re feeling that way too I know you’re feeling that way too.” ——————————————————————————————————————————————— I can’t stop lying to my new robot therapist girlfriend, it’s true. Telling myself, “Don’t worry, no way she has a goddamn clue. Yeah, she’s nothing like you, she’s nothing like you. ——————————————————————————————————————————————— Rest in peace, now, Steven Burns, they found your body comatose. Why’d you have to go that way - and leave me stranded all alone swearing to your final breath only the dead know when to say no. ——————————————————————————————————————————————— Then I found out yesterday you just left it all and moved upstate don’t know what happened to the dog though can’t believe you’d just let her go. I swear, only the dead know when to say no. ——————————————————————————————————————————————— I’m out late again cheating on my new robot therapist girlfriend with you, still feeling blue. And now you’re just telling me, “Sorry, I found someone new. But I promise, don’t worry - He’s nothing like you. He’s nothing like you.” ——————————————————————————————————————————————— I swear only the dead know when to let go.