I'm standing and I'm looking 'round a place that I call home
It hasn't got a garden, but it used to have a gnome
Now he's packed his bags and gone, and I am all alone
I know I should feel happy
But somehow I just can't seem to get used to being here
On my own
So
I'm sitting here alone in my kitchen
Where tender words of love turned into bitchin'
Here's where we always ate
Love was replaced by hate
Smashed cup and broken plate
In the kitchen
I'm sitting here alone in my living room
It soon became a taking not a giving room
Here was our love first born
Next came the stifled yawn
Then battle lines were drawn
In the living room
My bathroom's not a place to stay
It's where my dreams were flushed away
So
I'm sitting here alone in my bedroom
It's painted pretty pink, but it's a red room
Here was our passion caught
And a few lessons taught
But how the two armies fought
In the bedroom
I'm standing here alone in the hallway
Sometimes I find that I have stood here all day
Here's where I start to cry
Trying to work out why
Door slammed on his goodbye
In the hallway
There are no more rooms in my flat
And so, I guess that that is that
That's that