Little notes you wrote to yourself

In a pile on a plyboard desk

Things that you were hoping to remember

Things you needed to get off your chest

And every leaf of paper is a piece of you in an anthology

I carry it all every dent in the wall

I carry it all with me

All my window sills are getting crowded

Every surface of my room is occupied

Everything competing for attention

For a little space inside my mind

Think I'm gaining territory

I'm plotting my advances from the barracks

I carry it all every frame on the wall

I carry it all with me

And I look up at the popcorn ceiling

Little pieces falling down on me like snow

And it looks back at me so knowingly

Says I'm sorry to see you go

I think I fell in love with a basement

With a woodstove and yellow tile

Where everything survives in a time capsule

Wish that I could just stay awhile

And dig my fingers in your carpet

Like I'm tilling up soil

I'm gonna grow something again

I carry it all every voicemail and call

I carry it all with me