A ghost in the kitchen.

Working with an ex lover is tricky.
Especially when that person has said
"I don't want to see you any more, please leave me alone".

So, walking into the kitchen,
he's there.

You can't acknowledge him.
He doesn't exist.

Even though you look like an idiot
faffing around,
pretending everything's cool man,
yeah rejection, it's fine,
he never liked me anyway.

Besides you'd look pretty silly talking to a ghost,
and why would you want to
when there's nothing left unsaid.

I've also never heard a man yawn so arrogantly in my life.