The World According To Lionel

The Note

Packed all of my pens
Packed away all my thoughts
Packed away all my friends
And all the useless things that they brought
Packed away all my store bought books
Packed away all my dirty little looks
Boxed up the times that we didn't give up
Boxed up all our dreams of a little good luck

All that I've left behind
All that stays after I fly
Is this note on the chopping board side
And all it says is Baby goodbye

Got rid of the burdens we've been dragging around
Thew out all the possessions that's been keeping us down
I built a bon fire and I torched the lot
All the socially acceptable things we bought

Packed away all our tears
Packed away all our coming fears
The way I missed you when you weren't around
The way we held each other down
Packed away all my tools
That kept me working on this ship of rules
That never did help me to win
Just made me loose some sleep again