i’m cleaning out my closet
there’s a box right on the floor
the memories u left behind
to make me miss u more
i always seem to open it
the 5th time of this year
waiting for the day
it doesn’t bring me straight to tears
i stare at all the poloraids
and papers that i’d tare
the smell of your cologne
still on the shirt that i would wear
your love has made a toll
and i don’t have control
no i don’t have control
i kept all the christmas’s
and birthdays that we passed
i kept all the notes
that u would slip to me in class
tell myself that one day
i’ll be throwing this out soon
the stories of my exes in the corner of my room
the golden plated letters
that i’d wear around my neck
the cards and all the hoodies
that i wish i could forget
tell myself that one day
i’ll be throwing this out soon
the stories of my exes in the corner of my room
did you bother keeping anything
or did you throw it out
I feel so lonely when I look at you, I don’t recognize you now
It’s easy to let go if you were never holding on
It’s hard for me to grasp but you look happy with me gone
my mind just goes in circles take me back to when we met
it’s crazy how you change the way u act when u feel set
you barely made an effort i got so happy when u tried
maybe that’s what’s taken me
so long to say goodbye
i kept all the christmas’s
and birthdays that we passed
i kept all the notes
that u would slip to me in class
tell myself that one day
i’ll be throwing this out soon
the stories of my exes in the corner of my room
the golden plated letters
that i’d wear around my neck
the cards and all the hoodies
that i wish i could forget
tell myself that one day
i’ll be throwing this out soon
the stories of my exes in the corner of my room
ohhhh i keep ‘em in the corner of my room
the memories are all that’s left of you
ohhooooooooooo ahhhh
i kept all the christmas’s
and birthdays that we passed
i kept all the notes
that u would slip to me in class
tell myself that one day
i’ll be throwing this out soon
the stories of my exes in the corner of my room
the golden plated letters
that i’d wear around my neck
the cards and all the hoodies
that i wish i could forget
tell myself that one day
i’ll be throwing this out soon
the stories of my exes in the corner of my room
