Dissolution

Well, my head’s so full of emotions
I can’t see what I feel any more
So I don’t know if I’m being unreasonable now
Or if you’ve any right to be unreasonable back at me
But you may as well make a point
Of leaving the house without talking about it
And refuse to repeat
What I didn’t hear
And we may as well wait
‘Til we hate each other
Because it’s always much easier that way.

When you’ve left, the whole flat
Is so much more peaceful and quiet and clean
And the startled calm gently descends on everything again
Even the small items you abandoned in anger
Rediscover peace
And I wonder how I’ll feel
When you’ve slammed the door for the last time
And I am really and truly alone.