All of This and Nothing

a phonebook full of accidents a girl to drive your car a suit to wear on mondays and a coat a magazine a heavy rain a holiday a painting of the wall a knife a fork and memories a 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 a picture of the queen a dress to wear on sundays and a handle for the door a letter that i sent for you a note you left for me a wave a pack of cigarettes a 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 drunk a ceiling and a sky a bank that's full of promises a telephone that lies a visit from your doctor he crawls in through the door a 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 a room full of your trash