Shorts

Shorts are the only things I see

They lie there on the floor

They're t he only things I own anymore

I won't take anything else from you

I don't want your money or your nonexistent love

I'm leaving you

You might be asleep, but the note says it all

I kiss your cheek and silently crawl out of bed

And I pack the little money I have from work and my small backpack

The picture of you and me is the only thing I take with me

Goodbye, to you, the one that was such a lie

I will probably always love you