Garage Mess

Boxes of clothes all stacked up
In a cluttered garage
Pictures and books everywhere
Morning sunlight
And you are not here
You are not here anymore
I guess I should sell
All of this stuff
But I’m not that sure I can

So I just stay here, I don’t know
What else I can do
I’ve lived in this house for so long
It feels like a tomb
And you are not here
You are not here anymore
I guess I should move
Find somewhere new
But I’m not that sure I can

I guess I should try
My best to move on
But I’m not that sure
No, I’m not so sure
I’m no that sure I can