[ Boxes are all taped closed ]

Boxes are all taped closed
and your room is empty now.

No longer are there pictures of us taped to the wall.
No longer are there CDs on your dresser.
No longer are the sheets messy from us wrestling.
No longer does the smell of you linger.

The house is pretty empty besides a few boxes here and there.
Which will soon be carried out to the moving van as well.
And I try so hard to hold back these tears
but I cant.

The curtains from your windows are now torn down.
The sun is beating into your room like a mallet on my face.
The clothes in your closet are all packed up.
The doors are all open and its really cold here.

Watching you carry out boxes makes me want to blow up that van.
I daydream about it, and it makes me smile.

2000 miles is a really long way.
And relationships take more than a phone call.

I cant live without your lips,
or that way you look at me, or your nose,
or your ears, or your hands and the fingers on them.

I dont know what I can do but cry without you.
And I hate crying so much.

But I cant help it.

I also cant help reaching into everything you've packed
and throwing it all on the floor.
Dumping out box after box and putting things back
where they belong.

They belong here, with me.

You just stare at me and start to cry
as I fight with your arms and they begin to repack.

Please dont go...

Youre the one who promised me,

"Never goodbyes.

Only good mornings and good nights."

But I guess youre a liar.






The house is empty now.
Not even boxes.

Its so quiet that I have a headache.

Your room looks empty to me in real life.
but in my head I can still see us kissing on your bed.
I can still see us napping together and wrestling around.

I can still hear your voice and your laughter.
I can still feel your breath against my cheek.

Its all watery now from my tears.
And the carpet doesnt hold me up like your arms used to.

Never goodbye, cause it hurts too much to say it.

I couldnt even watch you drive away down the street.