RED ROSES OUT THE WINDOW

I can't love you anymore.
It isn't healthy for me;
Not when you nick all my food,
And take over the TV.

I can't care about you now.
It's not a wise thing to do;
Not when I'm bursting to go,
And you're hours in the loo.

The romance has disappeared;
Aggravation's in its place.
We wind one another up,
And get in each other's space.

I hate how you leave the sink,
With unwashed away stubble.
For a cardboard cut-out, love,
You haven't half been trouble.

Around 2004