I used to hold you close, but
your picture frames
they're the closest you will
ever be to me
and I rejoice at our dismissal
like I've finally been set free
and now our pictures drift
they drift farther
and farther and farther away
and the pieces of our
relationship become nothing more
than curbside clutter
than curbside clutter

so I'll kiss the morning air and fly away
fly away from here today, today, today
and I'll kiss the morning air and fly away
fly away from here, today

you better take a seat, yeah, stay a while
I'm about to wear you out
and I'm not afraid to tell
you what this is all about
now the world around
me is slowly blending together
like a wheel of colors
are we so different you and I
are we so different you and I
you loved me, and I loved you not
there's the door don't let
it hit you on the way out

I got it all planned out, I'll
drive our to the edge of your yard
and we'll rip our tear
drenched photographs apart
and watch them drift over the
rooftops of this lonely southern town

now I don't care if you cry for an entire year
but by then I hope you can make your peace