Homeless.

You've made this home in my head. It's kind of sad.
Don't get comfortable now; I'm planning on kicking
you out and for once, I don't feel bad.

Your stay is long overdue. How else am I going to
put that I'm over you?

So don't pack up. Just leave the room.
Leave your things. I'll start a fire.
Cleanse the room.

The one inside my head because you know what?
I'm over you.

It's nice that Washington has to deal
with you so I don't have to.