An Empty Suitcase

An empty suitcase I am leaving in the middle of nowhere

Sits firmly in the sand of a hot desert oasis in Portland.

I can't help but think all the lovers in my life don't care.

 

I hop on the nearest city bus (a four mile walk) and pay the fare

I got a call from work and was told "You're canned,

Like an empty suitcase, I am leaving you in the middle of nowhere."

 

Clothes, and mementos, and all those things that remind me of your stare

I burn it all - suitcase, and all - by the fire I stand,

And I can't help but think all the lovers in my life don't care.

 

Skin hot from a hearth too high and heated - I tear

Away from the fire the blistering photos of us and burn my hand,

And like an empty suitcase, I am leaving you in the middle of nowhere.

 

I thought for the longest time we would make a pair,

I thought this while I watched the fires I fanned.

I can't help but think all the lovers in my life don't care.

 

In a fraction of a second I lost myself and started to pull out my hair.

I crumple to my knees and watch the fire like I planned.

Like empty suitcase. I am leaving you in the middle of nowhere

And I can't help but think all the lovers in my life don't care.