In the suburbs I
Have a lover he
Drives a family car
With two booster seats

His wife she bakes
For the PTA
Cheers on their kids
At every game

And I
Justify
What I do is right
Text this guy
Late at night

He won’t reply
Laying next
To his wife
Thinking of me

In my bathroom he
Keeps his toiletries
Never has to knock
Cause he has a key

We sip red wine
Recite poetry
I sing to him
And then he leaves

And I
Justify
What I do is right
Text this guy
Late at night

He won’t reply
Laying next
To his wife
Thinking of me

And I wonder

Is he thinking of me