Please take down all your records from the shelf,
Your pictures too, your books strewn on the floor,
Those shirts as well, go fold them up yourself,
I don't want to look at them anymore.
I've cleaned out every room except this one,
The kitchen's clear of every shard of plate,
I've swept the floor, I've scrubbed the sink, it's done.
The rest of these things really cannot wait.
Now take those odd socks paired with my singles,
Now take your scent from out of clothes and sheets,
That tone of voice that gave me such tingles,
Your morning hair, the smirk, now it's complete.
Yes, even take the night we wrecked the bed.
I don't want them, these things, inside my head.
Your pictures too, your books strewn on the floor,
Those shirts as well, go fold them up yourself,
I don't want to look at them anymore.
I've cleaned out every room except this one,
The kitchen's clear of every shard of plate,
I've swept the floor, I've scrubbed the sink, it's done.
The rest of these things really cannot wait.
Now take those odd socks paired with my singles,
Now take your scent from out of clothes and sheets,
That tone of voice that gave me such tingles,
Your morning hair, the smirk, now it's complete.
Yes, even take the night we wrecked the bed.
I don't want them, these things, inside my head.
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