Hgtv
Found a cardboard box, it was full of my moms mixtapes
Some were labeled just with dates, others with simple names
And for a moment I felt our worlds colliding
So I shut the box and stuck it on the shelf
Something to deal with later, I told myself
Now, for all the boxes, there's no room in my closet
For my sweaters, or my skeletons, or me
And every moth-holed secret is strewn about the carpet
Thoughts so loud, that I can't sleep
In a year and a half, I will move away
I've got a year and a half to decide what stays
I found all this art
Acrylic farmhouses and sunsets
I found all these tapes
Of us as babies, we're singing
With all of this unpacking I really should be growing
But my room must get messy as I clean
Now you're coming over, I'll fight the urge to cover
All the clutter, and hide it where you won't see
In a year and a half, I will move away
I've got a year and a half to decide what stays
When the newly married move in they'll redo the kitchen
When they peel the walls back they'll find the things I've left behind
Yes, it's true that houses that are homes retain an imprint
I can only hope the thoughts I've left are incomplete
When the newly married move in they'll redo the kitchen
When they peel the walls back they'll find the things I've left behind
Yes, it's true that houses that are homes retain an imprint
I can only hope that mine is soft and indistinct
Some were labeled just with dates, others with simple names
And for a moment I felt our worlds colliding
So I shut the box and stuck it on the shelf
Something to deal with later, I told myself
Now, for all the boxes, there's no room in my closet
For my sweaters, or my skeletons, or me
And every moth-holed secret is strewn about the carpet
Thoughts so loud, that I can't sleep
In a year and a half, I will move away
I've got a year and a half to decide what stays
I found all this art
Acrylic farmhouses and sunsets
I found all these tapes
Of us as babies, we're singing
With all of this unpacking I really should be growing
But my room must get messy as I clean
Now you're coming over, I'll fight the urge to cover
All the clutter, and hide it where you won't see
In a year and a half, I will move away
I've got a year and a half to decide what stays
When the newly married move in they'll redo the kitchen
When they peel the walls back they'll find the things I've left behind
Yes, it's true that houses that are homes retain an imprint
I can only hope the thoughts I've left are incomplete
When the newly married move in they'll redo the kitchen
When they peel the walls back they'll find the things I've left behind
Yes, it's true that houses that are homes retain an imprint
I can only hope that mine is soft and indistinct
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Writer(s): Ocean Demarco
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