Part of what makes break-ups so utterly shit is that leap you’re supposed to make from being totally in love to totally indifferent. Intimacy is replaced with distance, telephone calls to dial-tones, pet-names to government names. Love is funny like that, the way it can go from something to nothing, if you let it. On ‘Love Ridden’ Fiona Apple breaks down the post-break-up stages; from love-ridden, to just waving as you pass each other by.
No, not “baby” anymore, if I need you
I’ll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, we’ll only have to wave