Personal Things

Lyrics for Personal Things

A red scarf that she wore, a rinse in her hair A blister, an undersized shoe Her name on a tag that can't be washed off A place at a table for two I think she wore red, I believe she wore black Any colour you mention but blue Any number of colours under the sun I won't be revealing to you I can tell you it's final, I know it's concluded I tell you for certain were through I can give you the names and the places and the dates But what could it mean to someone like you? So don't come and visit, don't give me no joke Don't ask me no how does it go For it goes as fast as a chicken with no head And, Lord, time goes by so slow So slow Some secrets of love you take to your bed And there's some that you take to your grave Well, I took mine to a new address Where I took my rest at the end of the day Now all of my stuff is spread out on the floor An unmade bed, a drink or two And I'm packing and unpacking personal things That fail to remind me of you Of you You can rub it off, you can scrape it off You can rub it off, you can scrape it off You can drink it off, you can burn it off Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh, yeah