Blue Toothbrush
What clothes you had left
I washed and placed on a high shelf
I knew they were there, but could find no heart to return them
Too final, I guess
I sleep every night in your grey tank top
Sometimes convinced it's actually mine
Make up a story in my head that I had bought it, then forgot
Though I am not prone to forgetting much at all
The toothbrush was the final straw
A harsh blue reminder every morning and night
Remembering your compulsive battle against nicotine breath
It should've been the first to go, really
when things ended between us
But it's still there, too
That should've been the dead give away
I washed and placed on a high shelf
I knew they were there, but could find no heart to return them
Too final, I guess
I sleep every night in your grey tank top
Sometimes convinced it's actually mine
Make up a story in my head that I had bought it, then forgot
Though I am not prone to forgetting much at all
The toothbrush was the final straw
A harsh blue reminder every morning and night
Remembering your compulsive battle against nicotine breath
It should've been the first to go, really
when things ended between us
But it's still there, too
That should've been the dead give away
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