"Fifty Percent" lyrics

Hello?

Hi

Hi. You're not gonna have to wait for me this time. I'm all packed

Honey, I can't go

What, what happened?

I forgot that I promised the kids I'd take them to their game. They want their mom to go too

Oh, of course, I understand
It's their mother and you can't disappoint your kids, honey

We'll go next weekend

Okay, great

Next weekend for sure, I promise you

Next weekend for sure

Do you still love me?

Of course I still love you

Oh I miss you

I miss you too

I'll try and call you then

Okay. Bye, honey

I love you

Bye

I don't iron his shirts
I don't open his mail
I don't know all the jokes he tells
Or the songs he hums
Though I may hold him all through the night
He may not be here when the morning comes

I don't pick out his ties
I don't butter his toast
But I feel when he's in my arms
He's where he wants to be

We have no memories
Bittersweet with time
And I doubt if he'll spend New Year's Eve with me

I don't share his name
I don't wear his ring
There's no piece of paper saying that he's mine
But he says he loves me, and I believe it's true
Doesn't that make someone belong to you?

So, I don't share his name
So, I don't wear his ring
So, there's no piece of paper saying that he's mine
So, we don't have the memories
I have enough memories
I've washed enough mornings
I've dried enough evenings
I've had enough birthdays to know what I want

Life is anyone's guess
It's a constant surprise
Though you don't plan to fall in love
When you fall you fall

And I'd rather have fifty percent of him
Or any percent of him
Than all of anybody else at all