This Table Can't Hold The Three Of Us

by SynthaSpide

Come, darling, dinner's ready to be served

Would you like to sit by the fire or where you actually deserve?

How do you like my tears, hot or cold?

It doesn't really matter as long as they're not old

Your riches can't bring us any luck

You knew this table can't hold the three of us

Yet you had to take your chance

And utterly destroy this beautiful romance.