Goodbye Song

Like your auntie’s old collection of crumbled dried flowers
Or the dull dollar razor that’s been rusting in the shower
An old pair of running shoes with worn down soles
Like a closet full of clothing that is stained or full of holes
I really have to go oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
I really have to go oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
I really have to go
Like Grandpa’s broken glasses that he always meant to fix
And that one bad habit he keeps saying that he’ll fix
The musty old vanity that’s always had a stink
Full of mothballs and some pens that have all run out of ink
I really have to go oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
I really have to go oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
I really have to go
I don’t wanna hold to things that I don’t need
But I’ll hold a piece of you in my memory
Like your little sister’s science thing that never sprung a bud
But it sits there on the windowsill, a tiny pot of mud
That little black dress that his wife will never fit again
But he knows that she loves it when he tells her that she can
I really have to go oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
I really have to go oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
I really have to go