Piling old knick-knacks into the back of her car
A now swollen four-door Honda in blue
Leaving one worn out industrial town
In hopes of selling off gifts I had gotten from you
But, I haven't sold a thing
Which leads me to believe
I'm just repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating
The same sorry cycle as when I was fifteen
Well, I'm completely aware of how boring this is
My back's grown sore from still standing still
Standing those who brought chairs
As they can sit back and watch
As all of the small crowd files out
And, as we close up shop, I've spent more than I've earned
A trait in me you'd seem to admire
But you've spent the last of our common sense
On selling off the old and expired
We hadn't sold a thing
Reminding me of you just repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating your mantra:
"Out with the old and in without you"
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Piling old knick-knacks into the back of her car
A now swollen four-door Honda in blue
Leaving one worn out industrial town
In hopes of selling off gifts I had gotten from you
But, I haven't sold a thing
Which leads me to believe
I'm just repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating
The same sorry cycle as when I was fifteen
Well, I'm completely aware of how boring this is
My back's grown sore from still standing still
Standing those who brought chairs
As they can sit back and watch
As all of the small crowd files out
And, as we close up shop, I've spent more than I've earned
A trait in me you'd seem to admire
But you've spent the last of our common sense
On selling off the old and expired
We hadn't sold a thing
Reminding me of you just repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating your mantra:
"Out with the old and in without you"
A now swollen four-door Honda in blue
Leaving one worn out industrial town
In hopes of selling off gifts I had gotten from you
But, I haven't sold a thing
Which leads me to believe
I'm just repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating
The same sorry cycle as when I was fifteen
Well, I'm completely aware of how boring this is
My back's grown sore from still standing still
Standing those who brought chairs
As they can sit back and watch
As all of the small crowd files out
And, as we close up shop, I've spent more than I've earned
A trait in me you'd seem to admire
But you've spent the last of our common sense
On selling off the old and expired
We hadn't sold a thing
Reminding me of you just repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating your mantra:
"Out with the old and in without you"