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.