A pair of stockings, a pair of shoes

A record by The Moody Blues

A bottle of Chanel No. 5

A poster of a band called Dead or Alive

A silk negligee and a black garter belt

A book about how to get to know yourself

A shirt you adopted used to be mine

These are some of the things you left behind



Paintings painted by a man you knew,

someone you dated in '82

An autographed picture of Junior Wells

I didn't even know you liked soul that well

Three pieces of paper with cryptic notes

Cigarettes you never smoked

A bag of beads and fishing line

These are some of the things you left behind



A dozen contraceptive sponges

Anyone here got a rhyme for sponges?

Dental floss, some baby powder

Fourteen cans of clam chowder

Forgotten how much you liked that stuff

Sex and clams you couldn't get enough

Your driver's license in '79

These are some of the things you left behind



A pack of rusty razor blades

You threatened to use those things one day

A nickel bag of Mexican pot

You bought downtown in a parking lot

A wedding band. Where'd that come from?

Forget to tell me about someone?

A bottle of cheap Italian wine

These are some of the things you left behind



A ticket stub to a Broadway play

A button saying "Make My Day"

A broken mirror with a lipstick smear

A telephone number where the name's unclear

Two pressed roses in a blank paged book

Containing all the notes that you never took

A Valentine card saying "Please Be Mine"

These are some of the things you left behind



A rosary, some holy cards

A photo of your daddy's Brooklyn bar

A list of possible job interviews

A list I guess you chose not to use

A glacine bag with a printed skull

I didn't know things had gotten that dull

A note on the door, one word, "Goodbye"

These are some of the things you left behind



A pair of stockings

A garter belt

An autographed picture of Junior Wells

Cigarettes

Dental floss

Clam chowder

A razor blade

Wedding band

Broken mirror with a lipstick smear

A valentine card

A rosary

A glacine bag

Heroin? Oh shit, not heroin

One word, tacked up on my door

One word….



"Goodbye"