Box

I couldn’t move, saw it there across the room

Saw your name, top corner ink, it’s too soon

Half of me had hoped you’d lost my address

The other half an uncontrollable mess

You kept the photos and the key

Why did you let go of me?

I’m falling apart in my apartment

On the floor of my room, locked door, pictures of you

Covered in teardrops, counting the years lost

Cut the tape, open up, like I did when you played tough

But when I think I’ve hurt enough

You send a box of my stuff folded up

These days, nothing feels the same

But your handwriting hasn’t changed

And the way you tucked the sleeves inside

The perfect fit, your hand in mine

These days, nothing feels the same

Every month was once a rose

Now you’re sending back my clothes

And I’m falling apart in my apartment

On the floor of my room, locked door, pictures of you

Covered in teardrops, counting the years lost

Cut the tape, open up, like you did when you were drunk

But when I think I’ve cried enough

You send a box of my stuff folded up

Bridge

You took my things off of the shelf

Signed your name with nothing else

Now I’m left here with my, with myself

This is hell, this is hell, this is hell

You’re probably pacing back and forth

Questioning all this was worth

Did you expect a simple text?

Did you change the “babe” to “ex” in your phone?

I’d tell you no, but you won’t hear from me anymore

‘Cause I’m falling apart in my apartment

On the floor of my room, locked door, pictures of you

Are covered in teardrops, I’m counting the years lost

Cut the tape, open up, thought maybe I’d be tough

But when I think I’m strong enough

You send a box of my stuff folded up

You send a box in case I forgot

We broke up