This closet is almost full,
And i'm one of those people who doesn't get rid of anything.
Old clothes hang there like old memories I can't bear to part with.
Some still bear their original tags,
And boast brighter days when I had the money to spend
And remind me that it used to be so important to me to have the best of everything.
But the closet is dark, and cluttered, like my life.
And i have no use for things that don't fit
Or glamorous things that used to fit a nicer body.
When did i stop caring?
I feel like this older, wiser me should pack away the tube of glitter,
That used to afford me a seductive sparkle in the nightlife,
Something essential to a girl with wild dreams and whimsical ideals.
And who is curling this blond hair for going to impress,
When i almost never step outside of these walls,
For anything other than work?
Everything in this closet is just a costume
That will disguise me as a girl I used to be.
And I used to think she was great,
But I've stopped knowing her.
This me doesn't know what she wants,
Or where she stands with the world.
And I don't think I fit in this city anymore than i fit in these clothes.
I'm aching to be somewhere new - someONE new.
I want to share this closet with the boy I love
Somewhere where I can just have a summer wardrobe,
And summer breezes coming in the window every night
Where he and I will lie naked next to each other
And live the life we've been dreaming about for so long now.
I want to leave everything behind that reminds me about who I was before I met him,
When all I can remember is painfully trying to get through sleepless nights
And wondering how I would ever make ends meet.
Things are finally going where I want them to,
But everyday I dress myself in yesterday's shadows
And little pieces of my past cling to me like polyester pants.
Surely, there is more in this life for me than fading dreams and fading colors.
Only a few more months until I pack a few boxes
And say a few goodbyes.
I'm not taking much with me, because the only things that really mean anything to me right now
Are people that I will have to leave.
My parents, who always *did* know best.
My sister, who I hope someday realizes we are closer than she thinks.
Random friends that remained more than pictures over the years.
And one or 2 others, who impacted my life in some way.
But everything else can stay in this closet,
Hanging in there, like i've hung around here for too long
Until someone more motivated than me throws them away.
Who knows, there is probably someone out there who can find pleasure in someone else's pain,
And maybe those shirts will be a better fit
And the shoes will go dancing again
But not on this girl, not in this life.
And i'm one of those people who doesn't get rid of anything.
Old clothes hang there like old memories I can't bear to part with.
Some still bear their original tags,
And boast brighter days when I had the money to spend
And remind me that it used to be so important to me to have the best of everything.
But the closet is dark, and cluttered, like my life.
And i have no use for things that don't fit
Or glamorous things that used to fit a nicer body.
When did i stop caring?
I feel like this older, wiser me should pack away the tube of glitter,
That used to afford me a seductive sparkle in the nightlife,
Something essential to a girl with wild dreams and whimsical ideals.
And who is curling this blond hair for going to impress,
When i almost never step outside of these walls,
For anything other than work?
Everything in this closet is just a costume
That will disguise me as a girl I used to be.
And I used to think she was great,
But I've stopped knowing her.
This me doesn't know what she wants,
Or where she stands with the world.
And I don't think I fit in this city anymore than i fit in these clothes.
I'm aching to be somewhere new - someONE new.
I want to share this closet with the boy I love
Somewhere where I can just have a summer wardrobe,
And summer breezes coming in the window every night
Where he and I will lie naked next to each other
And live the life we've been dreaming about for so long now.
I want to leave everything behind that reminds me about who I was before I met him,
When all I can remember is painfully trying to get through sleepless nights
And wondering how I would ever make ends meet.
Things are finally going where I want them to,
But everyday I dress myself in yesterday's shadows
And little pieces of my past cling to me like polyester pants.
Surely, there is more in this life for me than fading dreams and fading colors.
Only a few more months until I pack a few boxes
And say a few goodbyes.
I'm not taking much with me, because the only things that really mean anything to me right now
Are people that I will have to leave.
My parents, who always *did* know best.
My sister, who I hope someday realizes we are closer than she thinks.
Random friends that remained more than pictures over the years.
And one or 2 others, who impacted my life in some way.
But everything else can stay in this closet,
Hanging in there, like i've hung around here for too long
Until someone more motivated than me throws them away.
Who knows, there is probably someone out there who can find pleasure in someone else's pain,
And maybe those shirts will be a better fit
And the shoes will go dancing again
But not on this girl, not in this life.
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
