The Apartment Paroles

a postcard in the mailbox
a week's worth of papers
you left without saying goodbye

I came back from a short trip
I took near the end of August
but I can't open the apartment

laundry to do
the end of love
and stale french bread
please, don't say goodbye
forever

a raincoat and
a book and some boring
souvenirs for you are jammed
in this suitcase
I can't open the suitcase

the alarm clock is still broken
please, don't say goodbye
my heart is still broken too
please, don't say goodbye
please, don't say goodbye