A red scarf that she wore, a rinse in her hair, na blister, an undersized shoe, her name on a tag nthat can't be washed off, a place at a table for two. nI think she wore red, I believe she wore black, any colour nyou can mention except blue -- any number of colours nunder the sun I won't be revealing to you. nnI can tell you its final, I know its concluded, I can tell nyou for certain were through. I can give you the names nand the places and the dates, but what could it mean nto someone like you? nSo don't come and visit, don't give me no joke, don't ask nme no how does it go, for it goes as fast as a nchicken w/no head, and lord time goes by so slow. nnSome secrets of love you take to your bed and there's nsome that you take to your grave. Well I took mine nto a new address, where I took my rest, at the end nof the day. nNow all of my stuff is spread out on the floor, an nunmade bed, a drink or two, and I'm packing and nunpacking personal things that fail to remind me of you. nnYou can rub it off, you can scrape it off. nYou can drink it off, you can burn it off.