Debris

Debris


My old boots
Sitting by the door
Old news papers
Laying on the floor

My old shirts
That are worn away
The old pants
I might fit someday

All these memories
And my broken heart

I'll toss them out
Out to the curb

Someday

My old pens
That don't work anyway
That old lamp
I wanted to fix one day

My old guitar
That won't hold it's tune
The old paint
That dried up too soon

All these dreams
And my broken heart

I'll toss them out
Out to the curb

Someday