Pack Rat from Chousand II by Chousand

You know I love you
But I used to love baseball too
And that's what scares me
What if that happens to me and you

I'm beside myself
Sitting on the bedroom floor
At my father's house
To decide what goes in storage

It may be garbage
But it's all we have left of you
A sad reminder
Of all the things we used to do

I found your notes from a parent teacher meeting
Too bad, so sad I should just stop reading

I'm beside myself
Sitting on the bedroom floor
At my father's house
To decide what goes in storage

It's worthless but still
It reminds me of you
Every day that you're away
We lose another part of you

These black bags in the back of your closet
No one has touched them for days
These black bags that are going to Good Will
Don't mean that we threw you away
I'll drive the car to drop them off and cry the whole ride
'Cause no one remembers your name
I've got to find a better place, some other place to stay

I'm beside myself
Sitting on the bedroom floor
At my father's house

I'm beside myself
Sitting on the bedroom floor
At my father's house
To decide what goes in storage

It's worthless but still
It reminds me of you
Every day that you're away
We lose another part of you

I'm beside myself
Sitting on the bedroom floor
At my father's house
To decide what goes in storage

It's worthless but still
It reminds me of you
Every day that you're away
We lose another part of you
We lose another part of you

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