When I came over I found you'd packed up all my things. I thought that was nice cause I'd burned yours in my dreams. You'd even packed some books I'd given you as gifts That was some time ago, but I still remember this: As I convinced you to keep my stereo I noticed some old LP's just lying on the floor. Mostly thrift-shop acquisitions that look good on the shelf, but tucked in with that junk I noticed something else I used to think that you would never lie, that I was that kind of girl but you were not that kind of guy. I learned more later, but this should have been a sign. I should have said something but I didn't even try to say: Just for the record, that record is mine.