I made the mistake at the very start
Of sharing a house with you
I'll congratulate myself a lot
By celebrating breakup
As if you were sad because we departed
Don't hold my hands painfully
Don't look at yourself in a distorting mirror
But a regular one
My pain is fresh, you can't escape
By rolling away your eyes
Maybe you're a bit upset
Maybe your soul is in agony
Maybe you're a bit roasted as well, but
Red suits you really well