I had a picture of you.nI sliced it up in twonand half my love went in the bin,nwith the letters. And the purple tienyou bought me for my birthday.nTell me! What's his favorite colour?nis it yellow? does he like it when younsmoke in bed or burn the eggsnor spend his money on those silly thingsnwhich last for just a weeknthen take their place among the garbagenor with some stupid charity.nHis charity. My charity's all gone,nlike those records that you stolenwhen you rolled up our relationshipnand slipped out unannounced.nChrist! you even took the cat.nNow I talk to pictures, go to bed at 10nand pretend that I'm asleep,nbut the bags around my eyes betray me.nYou betrayed me... I betrayed myself.nI'll live with it, and I'll find someone else.nDon't you worry... don't you hurry to the phone.nI'm happy on my own,nplaying patience on the floorboardn(hell... I always lose but I don't care).