Thievin´, stealin´, takin´ what´s not yours
That´s thievin´, stealin´, takin´ what´s not yours

I don´t really know if she cares or not
All I know is she left a lot of
Stuff in my apartment
She´s never getting back
And as her smell on my pillow fades
Her cigarettes might stay
Like a Roman Coliseum
A dry and worthless monument to our love

I still have your lighter
I still have your book
I still have everything you brought
But you never took
You know where to find me
And I know where to look
(I´m not a crook)

Thievin´, stealin´, takin´ what´s not yours
That´s thievin´, stealin´, takin´ what´s not yours

And I don´t really know if she knows or not
But I left some things in her jewelry box
And she´s wearing down 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 fingers
Deep behind enemy lines

I still have your lighter
I still have your book
I still have everything you brought
But you never took

You know where to find me
And I know where to look

(I´m not a crook)
Thievin´, stealin´, takin´ what´s not yours
That´s thievin´, stealin´, takin´ what´s not yours

A copy of Gravity´s Rainbow that she probably didn´t read
How about my Laura Nyro record she probably threw away when she moved
How about the half box of lentils when I cooked her food that she probably didn´t use

I wanna 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 about any of it
I´m taking it all back