It's Wednesday evening in Ikea
There's just two kinds of people here
And in my life I have been both
Those couples at the starting line
Committing to each room design
Like it was a permanent oath
But that's not me
I know these aisles
You can spot the ones like me for miles
There's no good natured argument on taste
I have no need to compromise these days
There's no one saying：we've been here too long
And I get exactly what I want
It's Wednesday evening in Ikea
And everywhere I look in here
Are new teams trying to make themselves match
Those couples sharing meatball tea
Don't notice all the ghosts like me
Back here alone and starting from scratch
But spare a thought
But for the grace
Of ever disassembling shared space
Now there's no good natured argument on taste
I have no need to compromise these days
There's no negotiation to concede
You know I get exactly what I need
What I need
And to those optimistic lovers
Picking duvet covers
I wish them all the best
From the bottom of my chest
And if they follow the instructions
There's no reason their constructions
Really shouldn't last
But who am I to ask
Because mine all fell apart
And I'm right back at the start
Hoping I've not lost any fundamental parts
And I'm sure I will remember
How it all fits back together
Because I know I'm not inadequately skilled
It's just that some things
Take two people to build
