Paroles de D-i-v-o-r-c-e

Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man
So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand
Like t-o-y or maybe s-u-r-p-r-i-s-e
The words we're hiding from him now tear the heart right out of me

Our d-i-v-o-r-c-e becomes final today me and little j-o-e will be going away
I love you both and this will be pure h-e double l for me
I wish that we could stop this d-i-v-o-r-c-e

Watch him smile he thinks it's christmas or his fifth birthday
Cause he thinks c-u-s-t-o-d-y spells fun or play
I spell out all the hurting words and turn my head when i speak
But i can't spell away this hurt that's dripping down my cheeks
Our d-i-v-o-r-c-e becomes final today...
I wish that we could stop this d-i-v-o-r-c-e