Decorating

Oh! Hello - You're welcome.
But mind the gloss - It's not dry
Oh no... oh groan... don't mention our tiff
But what d'you think for the walls?
Dark or light?
Wasn't me, I didn't grope your girlfriend
Soft I may have been but ripe she was
Your love scene is too bright; it glares, it's fiction
Do I care? Let's watch paint dry
So... how long's it been? Five years?
Has it really been that long?
Wouldn't you say that choosing colour comes from feelings and experience -
from the things that you've seen?
What d'you mean? I wrecked your life... and you're the ghost of a flea?
Maybe ascending cool blue... or no, maybe... placid green?
Wasn't me.
She grabbed me while you were in the very next room
Oh, pissed I may have been but saint I was
Why don't you call her over?
Between you and her my decor could be dazzling
Or we can nitpick shit, eyeing drip drying bright gloss white D.I.Y.
Her information was fabrication
Masturbation. Menstruation? Decoration!
And as you're here, take a brush - help me paint these bloody walls
I don't remember if we were ever very good friends.
If we were and aren't now - well, it's not my fault
And by the way, I never liked your girlfriend
Tart I may have been but slut she was
Bludgeoning me may be a wheeze but I won't be changing the real story
So we nitpick shit, eyeing drip drying bright gloss white D.I.Y.
Goodbye... and please... don't write