I'm not going to complain.
Life is pretty good right now.
I left all of your things in a bag outside-
You can pick it up on Sunday, by the way.
I cleaned the apartment-
The smell of Lysol has obliterated the scent of you.
I got a haircut, too-
I remember you liked how long my hair was,
So I got a pixie.
I sold everything you gave me-
Except for the silver wall clock.
It looks great in the kitchen.
I also painted the bedroom-
And bought new sheets, and cleaned out the closet,
And replaced that old chair you bought for me at a garage sale last Christmas.
So,
I guess you could say that I'm over you-
But when you called me last night,
I knew that you weren't over me.



Deal with it.