Nothing Ever Happens In The Burbs (Interlude)

[Interlude: Anne Casey]
Nothing happens in the burbs
We lay in bed talking about nothing
'Til two came stumping up the stairs
Raging on about nothing
One hot on his heels
"What did you do to him?"
"Nothing"

After breakfast you put music on
Adele, Luca Blue, Joe Cocker, Emeli Sandé
They had nothing in common but us

11 AM on a Saturday dancing barefoot in the kitchen
Pretending there was nothing going on
I lulled between one and two
While you did nothing in the garden
Got two's help to move it to the garage
Nothing in the fridge
So we coupled something together
Nothing on TV
So we watched an expert panel arguing vehemently about nothing the government was doing nothing about while we shook our head
Knowing nothing would change

Slouching on the couch
Nothing between us but the dark
Eight feet in the air
A howl and crash from upstairs
"What happened?"
"Nothing"
In unison, too quick
"What was that all about?"
Nothing at all

We split a cider
Yours straight from the bottle
Mine from a champagne flute
Making an occasion out of nothing
'Til we went to bed
In no hurry
We had nothing on
And there is nothing
Absolutely nothing
I would change