La la la la la . . .

You pushed me too far, I’ve had enough
Things you loved are now just stuff
The warmth of the winter seen in the springtime is strange

I’m doing the dishes, smash a glass
Watch the reddened suds contrast
The outward pretence at calm
With the chaos inside

Chucking out time for last year’s trash
Chucking the things you thought were flash
There’s so much to do
And I’m not halfway done

Chucking out all your NMEs
Chucking the things you sent to me
The traces of you
It’s fun now I’ve begun

Dusting the tele, flick the switch
And wish that I was in Bewitched
I wrinkle my nose but nothing seems ever to change

I’m trimming the hedge for passers-by
Thinking I can pacify
My heartache with something
So easy and anodyne

Chucking out all of last year’s trash
Chucking the things you thought were flash
There’s so much to do
And I’m not halfway done

Chucking out all your NMEs
Chucking the things you sent to me
The traces of you
It’s fun now I’ve begun

La la la la la . . .