I thought a holiday would change things, but the distance between us was bigger than the mark-up on the minibar. We argued over restaurants, then sat and ate in silence. Took photos of our food for social media, but not one of each other. I am sorry that the ring I bought you didn't quite fit, but did you really have to drop it in your pocket as the waiter approached? You interact with strangers in a way that I don't recognise (open your eyes). Your smile is as fake as your Facebook timeline. I ain't got the time for you no more. You are damaging my mind. I'm suffocating, I'm suffocating. The only thing you bring to this relationship is half of the rent. You embarrass me in front of my friends. Buy a bigger house, buy a bigger, bigger house, so we can sit further away from each other. I wish I had that luxury, you spent all of our money on beer and guitars and on getting as far away from you as I could. I'm allowed to like the pub. You are loud when you return, then you turn on all the lights. You clatter through the kitchen drinking everything in sight. You had my wine!