Not Married Anymore

Spaghetti on the floor;
Christmas wreaths
Still hanging from the bedroom doors
Not married anymore
You’re not married anymore
There’s nothing you don’t miss
Not the toys
The chaos, or the shopping lists
You never wanted this
You were lost then found
But you had to resist
Not married anymore
You’re not married anymore
A different kind of dance
You were lost then you were found
But you wouldn’t give the changes chance
You’re not married anymore