You can have this bed
With it's crumpled grey sheets
Airconditioner humming on the wall
You take the carpets, memories
The books, the terracotta tiles
Just fucking take it all
You can have the gardens
With my dogs
The cats that sleep on the chair
There's nothing left here anyway
So go on, see if I care
You can take the thoughts
That render me mute
Do it, i dont want it
I love the fucking abuse
The bank accounts
Investments and the cars
The endless discussions with myself
This cell has the most beautiful bars