I'm running out and drying up you've left me no more tears to cry love
gone is our time my soul a stone stuck beneath waves of emotional toll
so please get out let me dream of something more pleasant
I can't do this forever and sooner or later it's you or me who will be dust
I think this was made before "Laundry", and it's based on the same premise on me being sick of dreaming of my ex and how in the dream I go somewhere, run into her, eventually one of us talks, and we end up being friends again.
However, since I've actually posted "Laundry" I think I only dreamt about her twice since? And that only happened early on after the poem, which is great.