I'm still dreaming about you

I wonder how many
cuts and bruises,
scabs and scrapes,
scratches,
stubbed toes,
blisters and
nosebleeds
I've had
since you
walked away?

/

and yeah I bought new clothes, threw a way old ones, burnt "your" pajamas, threw away your toothbrush (and several of mine), got rid of my old glasses, replaced knickers, bought new socks, must have had loads of haircuts, lost a job, got a new one, moved house and gone on holiday, but I'm still dreaming about you.