My Flat

I'd like to introduce you to a place that I call home
It hasn't got a garden, but it used to have a gnome
Now he's packed his bags and gone, and I am all alone
I know I should feel happy, but somehow I can't seem to get used to being here on my own
So...

I'm sitting here alone in my kitchen
Where tender words of love turned into bitchin'
Here's where we always ate
Love was replaced by hate
Smashed cup and broken plate
In the kitchen

I'm sitting here alone in my living room
It soon became a taking not a giving room
Here was our love first born
Next came the stifled yawn
Then battle lines were drawn
In the living room

Now I've walked into the hall
But no thoughts come to me at all
So...

I'm sitting here alone in my bedroom
It's painted pretty pink, but it's a red room
Here was our passion caught
And a few lessons taught
But how the two armies fought
In the bedroom

I'm sitting here alone on the toilet
It's time to reach the paper and uncoil it
Hear how my tones are hushed
That's 'cause my dreams are crushed
Still I think it's time they were flushed
Down the toilet

There are no more rooms in my flat
And so, I guess that that is that
That's that