phone book full of accidents
girl to drive your car
suit to wear on Mondays
And a coat, a magazine

heavy rain a holiday
painting of the wall
knife, a fork and memories
light to see it all

You didn't leave me anything
That I can understand
Hey I never meant that stuff
I want to turn you 'round

Dominoes a pack of cards
picture of the queen
dress to wear on Sundays
And a handle for the door

letter that I sent for you
note you left for me
wave, a pack of cigarettes
pocket full of beads

You didn't leave me anything
That I can understand
Hey I never meant that stuff
I want to turn you on

You didn't leave me anything
That I can understand
Hey I never meant that stuff
I want to turn you 'round

You didn't leave me anything
That I can understand
Hey I never meant that stuff
I want to turn you on

The sound of people getting [bad word] ceiling and a sky
bank that's full of promises
telephone that lies

visit from your doctor
He crawls in through the door
mirror you can look in
So that you know where you are

You didn't leave me anything
That I can understand
Hey I never meant that stuff
I want to turn you 'round

You didn't leave me anything
That I can understand
Now I'm left with all of this
room full of your trash