Packed her bags, leaving her mind
Watch her twist those arms around you
She doesn't really want to let go
Or be let go
See her in the hall with her handbag
Dressed in casual rags
Lipstick paintings on her face
She's dropped that smile you tacked on
It's waiting for you on the desk
Clipped to the letters you sent
She doesn't need it anymore
Standing in the hall
A diver at the edge of a bottomless pool
Still she sees no reflection...
And where are your hands?