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Casey Holford - Moving Song lyrics
i feel like an outline of myself today packing up my stuff always makes me feel the same, cuz i can't decide what i should save i keep tripping over things i should have thrown away but there’s only room for what i need to keep my old flat pillow and my books on tape to get to sleep i hate going through the junk drawers with all the thumbtacks and the keychains from the dollar store used to fit somewhere, but not anymore. love letters that i get and dumpster books i find, they know better than me that one day they’ll all get left behind. i keep the toaster oven and the stereo they don’t remind me of anyone i used to know it doesn’t fit in the truck, better throw it away. there’s nothing left to do but sweep the floor lock the deadbolt and then push the keys under the door maybe we should go live up in a tree use the sheets to sail our stuff out to sea you might miss your guitar and i might miss the movies, but you gotta miss something, if you want to be free. |
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