I tried to be clever and call your bluff, you tried to punch me and then packed up all my stuff. When I pretended for ages that I'd stopped eating meat, you found out and said that I could sleep in the street. When you took my hand, I used to fill up with pride, but we stayed a lot, eating pizzas and watching the telly and now you're just getting wide, and after the shouting and the drinking and weeping, I can't say that there's much that you gave me worth keeping, but I'm not bitter.