Dumb Blonde

Life is a box of shame beneath the sun
I had one problem, you weren't the one
Your personality had them on the run
I saw caring, they saw a dumb blonde
I saw past tears the colors of your thong
Leaning on me when lying wasn't fun
I leaned on you when my Ex- was gone
We danced when the condoms were done
Fear of judgment erased all of our fun
Forced my breath 'till there was none
You believed in hell with a loaded gun
Mental illness took away our last Nun
See you in my dreams with a box of pun

-- Louis Mercier