Things I Love

Things I Love
The way Paul Klee scratched out a line
And Bridget Riley bent them
Now all they ever bring to mind
Is he who can’t be mentioned

And all the songs we listened to as one
Well they’re ruined now
And all the places and the things we’ve done
Well they’re over

From ‘Repetition’ by The Fall
To ‘It’s a Shame About Ray’
I’m hating, hating, hating all
The songs we used to play

And all the places and the things we’ve done
Well they’re ruined now
And all the songs we listened to as one
Well they’re over

Why do things I love
Remind me of someone I don’t

The gothic tales of Tim Burton
A bowl of homemade popcorn
The indie clubs of Islington
Now seem so cold and forlorn

And all the songs we listened to as one
Well they’re ruined now
And all the places and the things we’ve done
Well they’re over

Why do things I love
Remind me of someone I don’t

It's been a long time now, it's hard
To know why I'm not mending
I somehow seem to find it hard
To see this as an ending

I hate the sight and sound of all you do
But at the same time
I'm not really getting over you
Oh, no