One For Courtesy

We're careful with the pronouns now; avoid the stories that would hurt the bases.
Humming something true, the piano knows what we won't say.
You touch your ring without a thought,
I watch the bourbon in my hand.
So we sit here, measured and rehearsed,
Smiling through the ache that never left.
Keep the conversation safe and small,
Pretend the past is just the past.
One for courtesy, one to be kind,
One to prove we're doing fine.
We don't mention how it burns,
Or whose last name you took instead of mine.
One for courtesy, smooth and clean,