When I came over I found you'd packed up all my things.   I thought that was nice cause I'd burned yours in my dreams.   You'd even packed some books I'd given you as gifts…   That was some time ago, but I still remember this:      As I convinced you to keep my stereo I noticed some old LP's just lying on the floor.   Mostly thrift-shop acquisitions that look good on the shelf, but tucked in with that junk   I noticed something else…      I used to think that you would never lie,    that I was that kind of girl but you were not that kind of guy.   I learned more later, but this should have been a sign.   I should have said something but I didn't even try to say:   Just for the record, that record is mine.