I was packing the clutter of a lifetime into boxes

Little soft toys,

Love letters from girls

Brickabrack, shrapnel

All lifeless parts

That happened after the explosion

Paperclips,

Guitar picks

I-I said to myself I must've kept these for a reason

Must've been a reason

Guess there must have been a reason

What do you love?

What do you need?

Everything you thought you knew about what you've got is make believe

Well, I spent enough years tending to my past

Clinging to this junk

Its like a grave

Try to bring me flowers

Try to wear my lipstick

I shave my legs

What do you love?

What do you need?

Everything you thought you knew about what you've got is make believe

What do you love?

What do you need?

Everything you thought you knew about what you've got is make believe

C'mon

I'll make a confession

I confused my reflection

With the shrapnel and clutter of my meagre possessions

A correction: that's not me

C'mon lets go

What do you love?

What do you need?

Everything you thought you knew about what you've got is make believe

What do you love?

What do you need?

Everything you thought you knew about what you've got is make believe

I was packing the clutter of a lifetime into boxes

Brickabrack, shrapnel

Paperclips,

Guitar picks

I must've kept all of this for a reason