James Fenton: Twisting the Knife

Some people are like that.
They split up and then they think:
Hey, maybe we haven't hurt each other to the uttermost.
Let's meet up and have a drink.

Let's go over it all again
Let's rake over the dirt.
Let me pick that scab of yours.
Does it hurt?

Let's go over what went wrong -
How and why and when.
Let's go over what went wrong
Again and again.

We hurt each other badly once.
We said a lot of nasty stuff.
But lately I've been thinking how
I didn't hurt you half enough.

Maybe there's more where that came from,
Something more malign.
Let me damage you again.
For the sake of old lang syne.

Yes, let me see you bleed again
For the sake of old lang syne.