No More Packing

Here, take out my ribbons,
I fall apart
No More Talking
it's time to start...

Cover the knick nacks
Dust all of the throwbacks
Empty the drawers
Return all of the go backs
Burn all the pictures
Reboot computer
Call it what it is
Pick brand new suitors
No more talking
Just pack...

Post it's and labels
And dining room tables
Gifts that you bought me
And those that have cost me
Sleep
Those you can keep
Let's separate boxes
Keeps your on your side
You got the cd's
So the movies are mine
Remember this one?
That you can keep...

All our lives
Come down to possessions
So many lies
Told through confessions

Who gets the bed
And all of its' memories
Who gets the couch
Filled with extremities
You hauled me through the house
Now it's time to move out
The story is storage
Can't hold all we made
Sure it's hard to have to leave
But it's more painful to stay....

Remember the tool shed
We built from scratch
Remember how it burned down
From one little match
Remember you said the house
Would stop us from running
I'm done packing
I bet you didn't see this one coming
No more talking