My Art College Days Are Over

When I’m feeling sad, she is feeling nothing
When she’s on the land, I am underwater;
Swimming to the devil in the hope that the words that she stole from my mouth
will be placed right back
When I’m underfed, she is being gluttonous
Eating all the cakes that I cooked with a passion
I wish that her waste was the size that it was and the taste in her mouth was
something like it used to be
And the girl on the bus used the same soap as her and she stopped and she
looked and I had to turn away
Whilst we were getting laid
I was happiest that way
And the girl on the train used the same hairspray
But she looked and I blushed and I had to turn away
It’s getting desperate these days
Oh my art college days are over
I always stay up late, and get up even later
I wish I had the cash to start to redecorate
The smoked stained walls and the wine stained carpets
Like my food stained jumpers are reminders of incompetence
Oh I should be ashamed of letting things go this way