loogly I know she cares enough,
I know she left a lot of stuff in my apartment
She's never getting back,
has her smell on the pillow face
Her cigarettes must smell like a Roman Colosseum
A dry and worthless monument to our love
Ooh, I still have your light,
ooh, I still have your coat
Ooh, I still have everything you brought but you never took
You know where to find me,
and I know where to look
Well I'm not a crook
Take it, feel it, take it, what's that?
Go take it, what's that?
Go take it, what's that?
I've got some things in her jewelry box and she's wearing out my rings
Taking the compliments meant for me
And I though 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
Ooh, I still have your lighter
Ooh, I still have your book
Ooh, I still have everything you brought but you never took
You know where to find me,
and I'm going to lose
My copy of gravity's rainbow that you probably didn't read
And how about my Laura Nero record she probably threw away when she moved
And how about that half a box of lentils from when I cooked her food
that she probably didn't use
I want to dedicate this jam
to all those things I left behind in girls' apartments
and various dom facades over the years
Sometimes you gotta leave in a hurry man,
what can I say?