Not Yours - Rjz

Light me up a cigarette and put it in my mouth You're the only one that wants me around And I can think of a thousand reasons why I don't believe in you I don't believe in you and I Light me up a cigarette and put it in my mouth You're the only one that wants me to die And I can think of a thousand reasons why I don't believe in you I don't believe in you I'm not yours anymore I'm not yours anymore No, I'm not yours anymore I'm not yours anymore Jump into your white mobile and run away You're always leaving me behind And I can think of a thousand reasons why I don't believe in you I don't believe in you and I I'm not yours anymore I'm not yours anymore No, I'm not yours anymore No, I'm not yours anymore Light me up a cigarette, put it in my mouth You're the only one that wants me around And I can think of a thousand reasons why I don't believe in you I don't believe in you and I

Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, 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 the smell on my pillow fades Her cigarettes might stay Like a Roman Coliseum A dry and worthless monument to our love Ooh, I still have your lighter Ooh, I still have your book Ooh, I still have everything you brought, but you never took You know where to find me And I know where to look (I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm not a crook) Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours I don't really know if she knows or not But I left some things in her jewelry box And she's wearing out 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 Ooh, I still have your lighter Ooh, I still have your book Ooh, I still have everything you brought, but you never took You know where to find me And I know where to look (I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm, I'm not a crook) Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours A copy of Gravity's Rainbow that she probably didn't read And how about my Laura Nyro record She probably threw away when she moved And how about the half a box of lentils From when I cooked her food That she probably didn't use I want to 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 Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours That's thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours Takin' what's not yours, takin' what's not yours

I live like a nun in a cloister Solitary, celibate I hate it I live like a monk in an abbey Ditto, ditto, I hate it Write to me with sentimental effusion Let me revel in romantic illusion Do you still smell of vanilla and spring air? And is my favorite lover's pillow still firm and fair? What was there, John Still is there, John Come soon as you can to my cloister I've forgotten the feel of your hand Soon, Madam, we shall walk in Cupid's grove together And we'll fondly survey That promised land Till then Till then I am, as I ever was And ever shall be Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours