This is what's left:

No matching socks

A broken music box

Raindrops, making love on my window

You fit perfectly in my kitchen

Your words eating up at my spine

This is what I wanted:

Mute conversations

Neck branded by lipstick

Empty milk cartons in the refrigerator

Lately

You’ve been hurting someone else than me

And that’s what’s been hurting me

You always did me wrong

But that was alright with me

I tried to paint you my heart

But the pen was dry

I’ve fallen for you too many times now

Without losing my balance