I found your shopping list upon the kitchen tablenIt read milk, tea and orangesnIt read bullets for the pistolnBetween the ashtray flowtraynAnd your lucky No. 7'snDo I take this with a grain of saltnTequila and a lemon?nnYou think I'm breaking. Am I breaking? Breaking up insidenWorrying myself sick over what your note impliesnnI found your fond farewell upon the kitchen tablenIt read milk, tea and oranges. It said bullets for the pistolnAll you left me was your shadownIt was lost and lying therenLooking somewhat slighted crumpled in my favorite chairnnYou think I'm breaking. Am I breaking? Breaking up insidenWorrying myself sick over what your note impliesnHow my heart does bleed. Dry my weeping eyesnGood-bye, good luck, good-byennI burnt your offeringnAnd swept it out the window andnIt floated past the second floornTowards the busy peoplennWho walking for a breath of airnWere breathing you insteadnAs you gently drifted down to touch their simple headsnnYou think I'm breaking. Am I breaking? Breaking up insidenWorrying myself sick over what your note impliesnHow my heart does bleed. Dry my weeping eyesnGood-bye, good luck, good-byennI found your shopping list upon the kitchen tablenIt read milk, tea and oranges. It read bullets for the pistol...