Maybe, I should just mope around and wait for her to forget me.

Maybe, I should go out and tell her how I feel.

Maybe, I should get a tattoo for the occation (which would be a broken wedding band).

Maybe, I should object.

Maybe, I should eat shit and die.

May be.

All I can say is, my heart's funeral is tomorrow.

. . .and you're all invited. . .