Being very concerned once with death, I begged
"Will I see you again after we die?" and you,
the asshole you were, cocked your head and said,
"I planned to break up with you, after this life."
"I'd like to meet Marilyn Monroe," you said,
and hearing that, I was completely crushed.
"I think in the next life, I'll date other people..."
All I heard was, I just don't love you enough.
I spent all autumn crying, and all winter angry.
I knew when I needed you most, you'd be gone.
But if you find Marilyn, go on and date her.
I'd probably be happier with Al Capone.