I hate these moving days
Taking stock of what comes with
I know I did not make the cut
But I can drive the truck
Keeping score, yours and mine
This was in our kitchen
This was from our bedroom
Remember this?
I made a mess of my house, of us
Do I have everything?
Okay, one last trip
Where can I, where can I live?
Where can my records go?
Decide, no help this time
Is this what I wanted?
My shoes, my coat, set by the door
No one, alone
I got what I wanted, I moved alonе
Sit by the door, wait for the company
I must remеmber
I lost more friends
I made the choice
I set the table
I sit and wait for you to notice
No, no, no, no
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