My closet's full;
Mostly of old clothes
Some are too big
Some are too small
All are embarrassing
Books I didn't read
Have stiff spines
And fill my boxes

I wait at the top of the stairs
My pants stained with dirt
From years and years
Of collecting and discarding objects
I'm okay, but my stomach hurts

There's a lot to know
Since the last I moved
The new bathroom has
Beige speckled tiles
Like the ones in our
Old farm house Jen,
I'll go first
If you go at all

I wait at the top of the stairs
Standing in the scent that lingers there
Of you making sure that I'm okay
And I am okay so, thanks for that

I'm okay, but my stomach hurts [x4]
Hurts Yeah, yeah

I wait at the top
Of the staircase, Jen
My bags are packed
What are you crying for?
"Remember when
We slid down these stairs
In sleeping bags
We weren't broken then

I guess
All of us
Should just take the
Things in this house
That are dear to us;
And what is left is for the birds"