Fifty Percent

Hello? (Hi) Hi, you're not gonna have to wait for me this time I'm all packed (honey, I can't go) Why, wha-what happened? (I forgot that I promised the kids I would take them to their game) (They want their mom to go too) Oh, of course, I understand It's their mother and you can't disappoint your kids, honey (We'll go next weekend) Okay, great (for sure, I promise you) Next weekend for sure (Do you still love me?) Of course, I still love you (oh, I miss you) I miss you too (I'll try and call you later) Okay, bye honey (I love you) I don't iron his shirts I don't open his mail I don't know all the jokes he tells Or the songs he hums Though I may hold him all through the night He may not be here when the morning comes I don't pick out his ties I don't butter his toast But I feel when he's in my arms He's where he wants to be We have no memories Bittersweet with time And I doubt if he'll spend New Year's Eve with me I don't share his name I don't wear his ring There's no piece of paper saying that he's mine But he says he loves me, and I believe it's true Doesn't that make someone belong to you? So I don't share his name So I don't wear his ring So there's no piece of paper saying that he's mine So we don't have the memories I have enough memories I've washed enough mornings I've dried enough evenings I've had enough birthdays to know what I want Life is anyone's guess It's a constant surprise Though you don't plan to fall in love When you fall, you fall And I'd rather have fifty percent of him Or any percent of him than all of anybody else at all