Your smell is on my pillow
Your books are on the chair
Your ties and bobby pins for your black hair
Your shoes are in the bathroom
Your lipsticks by the sink
And you know when you swore you'd never get sick from me?
Out of all the things you left behind how could you leave me?
Your pearls that I bought you to wear with your red dress
And yell this from the chapel off the Vegas Strip
And the photos on the mirror of the grave that you found
And the marks we left on the hardwood floor when I chased you around
Out of all the things you left behind how could you leave me?
The needle is on your record
It sounds like Mazzy Star
Sitting by the window is your moth in a jar
With your empty bottles of gin and your half smoked cigarettes
I always knew you had no regrets
Out of all the things you left behind how could you leave me?