La la la la la . . .      You pushed me too far, I’ve had enough   Things you loved are now just stuff   The warmth of the winter seen in the springtime is strange      I’m doing the dishes, smash a glass   Watch the reddened suds contrast   The outward pretence at calm   With the chaos inside      Chucking out time for last year’s trash   Chucking the things you thought were flash   There’s so much to do   And I’m not halfway done      Chucking out all your NMEs   Chucking the things you sent to me   The traces of you   It’s fun now I’ve begun      Dusting the tele, flick the switch   And wish that I was in Bewitched   I wrinkle my nose but nothing seems ever to change      I’m trimming the hedge for passers-by   Thinking I can pacify   My heartache with something   So easy and anodyne      Chucking out all of last year’s trash   Chucking the things you thought were flash   There’s so much to do   And I’m not halfway done      Chucking out all your NMEs   Chucking the things you sent to me   The traces of you   It’s fun now I’ve begun      La la la la la . . .