Besedila: The Nails. Things You Left Behind.

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
Garter belts
An autographed picture of Junior Wells
Cigarettes
Dental floss
Clam chowder
Razor blades
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"