The divorce and I live alone
We feed the fruit bats tiny bits of pear
The floor is fairly tidy
But the washing line is broken
Would you like to come for tea
We’ll talk about the navy
How old I’ll be next Tuesday
I remember nine eleven
The ghost will hiss at strangers
There’s a succulent on the windowsill
The house never echoes
But we live here all alone.

There's only so high you can go
All good times come to an end
The joy and the happiness of a high
Wonderful
Except
The higher you go the harder you fall