I've got your picture in my closet
In the bottom of my box of random, useless junk
So I can see your face every time that I can't help
But need a rusty, broken tool to fix my shelf
Where the story of our tragic love sits dusty and unread
Like a voice collecting dust inside my head
Oh, how I love these precious memories when they're dead
And I know that you didn't mean to hurt me
When you said goodbye
But baby, in all of my pride I've got to admit
That I just cried and cried and cried for joy
I've got your letter in a special spot
Where I can read it anytime I think I ought to
Pull it from the garbage and tape it back together again
And your words will look like puzzles just like they've always been
I want and I need and I care and I love, love, your just everywhere
Your poetry is beautiful
But baby can't you see
That it just made never made a word of sense to me
And I know that you didn't mean to hurt me
When you left me alone
But as I listened to the lovely silence more
I've got to admit this place never felt so much like home
I've got all of our memories packed in a bag
All the sweat, sad, stupid memories we've ever had
They're gonna start a fire in the chimney, baby
Gonna burn this house to the ground
All my picture frames and all your stupid games
I'm gonna watch the flames and celebrate
In the bottom of my box of random, useless junk
So I can see your face every time that I can't help
But need a rusty, broken tool to fix my shelf
Where the story of our tragic love sits dusty and unread
Like a voice collecting dust inside my head
Oh, how I love these precious memories when they're dead
And I know that you didn't mean to hurt me
When you said goodbye
But baby, in all of my pride I've got to admit
That I just cried and cried and cried for joy
I've got your letter in a special spot
Where I can read it anytime I think I ought to
Pull it from the garbage and tape it back together again
And your words will look like puzzles just like they've always been
I want and I need and I care and I love, love, your just everywhere
Your poetry is beautiful
But baby can't you see
That it just made never made a word of sense to me
And I know that you didn't mean to hurt me
When you left me alone
But as I listened to the lovely silence more
I've got to admit this place never felt so much like home
I've got all of our memories packed in a bag
All the sweat, sad, stupid memories we've ever had
They're gonna start a fire in the chimney, baby
Gonna burn this house to the ground
All my picture frames and all your stupid games
I'm gonna watch the flames and celebrate