[Intro - low menacing figure] [Verse 1 - quiet, dangerous] He didn't raise his voice He didn't raise a hand He made a two-word phone call Like a reasonable man Twenty minutes later Two men and cardboard came And everything I ever loved Went out in a garbage bag with no name [Pre-Chorus] The couch I picked, the pictures The dishes and the phone Every stitch out of the closet Every seed I'd ever sown [Chorus - explosive, hurt under the anger] Trash bags going down the stairs Three years in a plastic skin You came to me with nothing, girl You leave the way you came in He kept the lease, he kept the lamps He kept the snow globe snow He wanted me to learn it deep That everything I was, was owed [Verse 2 - seething] I asked him for my clothes Just something I could wear He smiled the smile he saves For teaching girls despair Those are mine too, sweetheart That's how the lesson goes He branded me with nothing So I'd remember whom he owns [Chorus] Trash bags going down the stairs A life in single file He took the walls, he took the warm He took the wardrobe and the style He stood there in my doorway Like the closing of a claim He took everything that money buys And he thought that was the game [Verse 3 - bass alone, defiant] But hear me now, I did the math A hundred times since then He repossessed the inventory Down to the bobby pins He emptied every drawer I had Except the one he never found There was one drawer he couldn't lift One thing he couldn't pound [Bridge - whisper building to biggest hit] You can't take What was never for sale You can't take What never had a tag The girl was not the furniture The girl was not the bag You took it all, you took it clean You took the whole disguise And what was left stood in the rain And got recognized [Final Chorus - triumphant flip] Trash bags going down the stairs And me, I'm going free You said I'd leave with nothing But the nothing, that was me And the nothing walked to Hartley Park And the nothing got a name You kept three years of furniture I never was your things I never was your things [Outro - one bass note hanging] Count it all again, Mason It was never me you owned