I've got your picture in my closet
In the bottom of my box of random, useless junk
So I can see your face every time that I can't help
But need a rusty, broken tool to fix my shelf
Where the story of our tragic love sits dusty and unread
Like a voice collecting dust inside my head
Oh, how I love these precious memories when they're dead
And I know that you didn't mean to hurt me
When you said goodbye
But baby, in all of my pride I've got to admit
That I just cried and cried and cried for joy
I've got your letter in a special spot
Where I can read it anytime I think I ought to
Pull it from the garbage and tape it back together again
And your words will look like puzzles just like they've always been
I want and I need and I care and I love, love, your just everywhere
Your poetry is beautiful
But baby can't you see
That it just made never made a word of sense to me
And I know that you didn't mean to hurt me
When you left me alone
But as I listened to the lovely silence more
I've got to admit this place never felt so much like home
I've got all of our memories packed in a bag
All the sweat, sad, stupid memories we've ever had
They're gonna start a fire in the chimney, baby
Gonna burn this house to the ground
All my picture frames and all your stupid games
I'm gonna watch the flames and celebrate