I don't really know if she cares or not
All I know is she left a lot of
Stuff in my apartment
She's never getting back
And as her smell on my pillow fades
Her cigarettes might stay
Like a Roman Coliseum
A dry and worthless monument to our love
I still have your lighter
I still have your book
I still have everything you brought
But you never took
You know where to find me
And I know where to look
(I'm not a crook)
And I don't really know if she knows or not
But I left some things in her jewelry box
And she's wearing down my rings
Taking the compliments meant for me
And although I think I'll miss them
At least there's proof of my existence
A captive little soldier on her fingers
Deep behind enemy lines
A copy of Gravity's Rainbow
That she probably didn't read
How about my Laura Nyro record she probably threw away when she moved
How about the half box of lentils
When I cooked her food
That she probably didn't use
I wanna dedicate this jam
To all those things I left behind in girls' apartments and various domiciles over the years
Sometimes you gotta leave in a hurry man, what can I say
Except I didn't forget about any of it
I'm taking it all back
