Those Things Are Hers

Here we are
 We're finally alone now
 It's just you and me
 And the memories of her
 Please don't go
 Though I know that you're angry
 Maybe we can kill these ghosts
 With another glass of wine
 There's the glass
 That she pressed to her lips nightly
 If you look
 You can see a lipstick trace
 There's the dress
 That she wore so tightly
 If you look in the mirror
 You can see her standing there
 Those things are hers
 The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on
 And I got nerve
 It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone
 And it's a curse, to live in the shadow of a memory
 That just keeps hanging on
 There's the ring
 That once held us together
 She wants it back
 So I'm sending it next week
 There's the coat
 Of brown and dirty leather
 She doesn't really need it
 'Cause it's warm there out east
 Those things are hers
 The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on
 And I got nerve
 It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone
 And it's a curse to live in the shadow of a memory
 That just keeps hanging on
 There's the lamp
 That she turned off everynight
 When she came to bed
 And she held me in her arms
 There's the door
 That she walked through daily
 And the place that I last saw her
 When she walked out on me
 Those things are hers
 The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on
 And I got nerve
 It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone
 And it's a curse to live in the shadow of a memory
 That just keeps hanging on
 To live in the shadow of a memory
 But it'll fade just like a song.