
Date of issue: 24.02.2016
Song language: English
Taking What's Not Yours |
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 |