A Confident Woman

I sit alone at your table with a photo of your daddy and a mug that says 'Mondays, if I'm able...'
 And the joke's not lost on me
 But I'm too old to be ironic, some balding cry for mummy
 Well, enough about my 'situ'
 I am well aware that each and every problem has an issue
 And I know you hate your boss now
 So naturally I hate them, too, that's what a partner ought to do
 I'd never thought I'd say this, but re: everything between you and I
 I'm really feeling hashtag blessed
 Is there a pill I can take?
 I quite like Murakami
 But sometimes I want my heart to break in just a singular reality
 When did everyone get married?
 Well I guess I have all this free time to write
 How's about some more dogs, baby?
 I can't be this scared all my life
 I want to be as feared as a knock at the door at an unsociable hour
 Or a slow passing car
 Or an unrehearsed speech
 Or a letter of summons
 Or a confident woman
 A confident woman
 Now I have left your table
 That's not a metaphor for anything