she packed the bags under her eyes
with all the things she used to be 

she was taking them with her 
no way she was leaving them behind

she put on the red, yes, red sweatpants
the ones that yeah,  make her look fat, fat, fat

she was wearing them out the front door
but no way in hell was she wearing a bra

left everything that squeezed the life out of her
sitting on the gray couch in the living room 

he didn’t get up