Song meaning of Last Day of Our Acquaintance by Sinéad O'Connor

Ah, "Last Day of Our Acquaintance" by Sinéad O'Connor, a tune that perfectly captures the heart-wrenching moment when you realize your relationship has gone down the drain faster than a hair clog in a shower drain. Sinéad starts off by informing her partner that today is the grand finale, the last hurrah of their acquaintance. But fear not, dear listener, because they shall reunite later in somebody's oh-so-glamorous office because nothing screams romance like discussing the terms of your impending separation with a bunch of grumpy lawyers. Sinéad already knows that her soon-to-be ex-lover won't even give her the time of day, let alone listen to her emotionally charged monologue. It's like talking to a wall, but worse, because walls don't have the power to crush your soul quite like a dismissive ex-lover. She mourns the loss of their love, reminiscing about the good old days when they would hold hands during takeoff on a plane. But alas, those days are long gone, vanished like the hope of ever getting a refund on that time and energy she invested in this doomed relationship. Sinéad boldly declares that the friendship has turned stale, like a Pop Tart left out in the open for weeks. And now, they must meet again later to "finalize the details," which is code for divvying up the CD collection and deciding who gets custody of that unfortunate pet turtle they bought together. She reveals that the seed of discontent was planted a couple of years ago, and since then, her partner has taken her for granted, like that packet of condiments you grab from a fast-food joint and toss in the back of a drawer, only to mysteriously discover it years later covered in a sticky residue. Oh, but let us not forget, my friend, that this day marks the official end. Sinéad drives the point home, with as much subtlety as a rhinoceros in a ballet class, that this is indeed the last day of their acquaintance. They shall rendezvous in that mysterious office, but all attempts at conversation will be in vain because her partner's answer is already known. So take a bow, ladies and gentlemen, as Sinéad bids farewell to an acquaintance who fades away faster than the memory of where you put your car keys five minutes ago. Bravo, Sinéad, bravo!