let’s pretend

I know it’s late, and you’re tired,
and I’m not pretty;
I know you’d rather be with her
and I with him.

I know I’m ridiculous, overbearing,
and you’re fed up of my stupid lies –
I know all the excuses you could make
and all the ways I could agree.

But just sit beside me for another half hour,
have another drink,
and let’s pretend we’re

perfect.