Petty

She waits in the car
Fear banging on her eardrums
Hate tuning her heartstrings
And chaos conducting from her stomach pit.

He pulls out a twenty
Sighs because he's sure it's like all the times before
There's just a few more things...
But he won't dwell on that now.

She grabs her drink
And considers asking for some more
She knows her fate is waiting
So she revels in holding the upperhand for now.

He turns on the tv while he waits.
Calculates his losses
He won't admit that he's starting to think...
What happened now? Did she fall in?

Dazed, nauseous--it's fucking unbelievable
It's unacceptable
Impossible
It can't be...it won't be.

She'd never look at it again
She throws it at him and crosses the room
Trembling and sobbing
What's taking him so long.

He comes over, just as dumbfounded
They'd talked about it before and they'd chosen a path
They end up on the bed where they sit and stare
At the u-turn they just took onto the road they never wanted to travel.

They used to fight
About money and movies, driving and dreams
They'd get so mad
They thought about going separate ways

They'll never turn on each other about this decision
They both know it was the only way
But if they fight over the remote or what to eat
They accept it for its pettiness and find a chance to smile.

I have really mixed feelings about this one. There are certain things that I do like about it, but it got a great reception before, and I don't know that I think agree that it is all that wonderful...Thoughts?