Shifty Brent - The Last Date Crossed

I crossed the last day out, just agreed.
You stood there with your hat, hillb level in both hands.
I saw years of torture, what a promise, not a demand.
You saw the rose of pencil stacked above my empty chair.
You reached to turn the page,
I said to leave it hanging there.
And you told the whole thing plainly,
Neither begging nor proud.
I let each answer settle before I spoke the lie.
I crossed the last day out, drew the line firm and slow.