Artist: TV Girl
Track: Taking What's Not Yours
Lyrics
I don′t really know if she cares or not
All I know is she left a lot of stuff in my apartment
That she's never getting back
And as the smell on my pillow fades
Her cigarettes might stay
Like a Roman coliseum
A dry and worthless monument to our love
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 know where to look
And I don′t really know if she knows or not
But I left some things in her jewelry box
And she's wearing out 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 finger
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 know where to look
My copy of Gravity′s Rainbow
That you probably didn't read
And how about my Laura Nyro record
She probably threw away when she moved
And how about the 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 domiciles over the years
Sometimes you gotta leave in a hurry, man, what can I say?
Except I didn′t forget any of it
I'm taking it all back
Full Lyrics and Meaning
I don′t really know if she cares or not
All I know is she left a lot of stuff in my apartment
That she's never getting back
And as the smell on my pillow fades
Her cigarettes might stay
Like a Roman coliseum
A dry and worthless monument to our love
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 know where to look
And I don′t really know if she knows or not
But I left some things in her jewelry box
And she's wearing out 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 finger
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 know where to look
My copy of Gravity′s Rainbow
That you probably didn't read
And how about my Laura Nyro record
She probably threw away when she moved
And how about the 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 domiciles over the years
Sometimes you gotta leave in a hurry, man, what can I say?
Except I didn′t forget any of it
I'm taking it all back
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