If I'm gonna be alone, I better be alone

I'm working my way, through everything you own

Cold reminders still littering my home

I gotta tidy up now

Time to burn the evidence

Of all we did wrong

Come get your things I don't want ‘em anymore

Pieces of you lying scattered on the floor

Every record

All your clothes

Every letter that you wrote

Sixteen months stacked to the top

Packing your life in a cardboard box

You can take that cheap guitar, the one you never played

Keep it in your car where you're sleeping nowadays

The letterman sweater that I should've set a flame

The day you walked away

And I dumped your bottle of whiskey

Everything else just a reason to miss you

Come get your things I don't want ‘em anymore

Pieces of you lying scattered on the floor

Every record

All your clothes

Every letter that you wrote

Sixteen months stacked to the top

Packing your life in a cardboard box

Cardboard box

Cardboard box