I had a picture of you. I sliced it up in two and half my love went in
The bin, with the letters. And that purple tie you bought me for my
Birthday. Tell me! What’s his favorite colour? is it yellow? does he like
It when you smoke in bed or burn the eggs or spend his money on those
Silly things which last for just a week then take their place among the
Garbage or with some stupid charity. His charity. My charity’s all
Gone, like those records that you stole when you rolled up our
Relationship and slipped out unannounced. Christ! you even took the cat.
Now i talk to pictures, go to bed at 10 and pretend that i’m asleep, but
The bags around my eyes betray me. You betrayed me… I betrayed
Myself. I -i’ll live with it, and i’ll find someone else. Don’t you
Worry… don’t you hurry to the phone. I’m happy on my own, playing
Patience on the floorboard (hell… I always lose but i don’t care)
