You say that the couch treats you well
Even though it's a bit cold
The bed isn't bad even though you're not here
And the truth is that we did a lot of damage
I'm not looking for someone to blame
I feel that there's no turning back
I know that this time there's no turning back
Before we throw the suitcases out to the street
Who gets the dog?
If you don't see me cry it's just that my pride won't let me
It's hard for me to imagine that you won't be here
I finish packing feeling that
There isn't another way out
I'm leaving you the toaster and the CD's
Before we throw the suitcases out to the street
Who gets the dog..?
If you want, take the Picasso
After all it's an imitation
And tell me who keeps the remains of this love
Before we throw the suitcases out to the street
And we become very polite strangers
There's no other choice anymore
Who gets the dog?