The Way We Get By

My bed smells of two different men.
And I'm still waking up alone.

I wonder how you would react,
if you knew those marks were from him,
Or if you would have a reaction at all.

I wonder how you would feel, if you knew in the morning
of my intentions of the night,
If you would have stayed beside me.

My bed is a sea of beauty marks and lips and hips.
And I've forgotten who they belong to.