So long (what a waste of time)

[camus]

Say goodbye, to your daughter and son,
two point four sliced to one.
Pack your life into 3 mediocre sized bags,
you don’t need much.
Go back to your mothers, it suits
your psychology.
Hand over all the relevant keys,
you’ll knock from now on.
Tear up that poem, from the heart
we no longer beat as one.
Expel from your thoughts, any songs
that entwine us, music is done.
Leave your bank details on the side
you owe me big time.
Kiss me on the head politely
and be gone.