Boxes For The Move Songtext
After work I packed my desktop and went out for a-walkin'
The closest liquor store had just ran out of boxes
So I went down to Bogart to get more cardboard boxes for the move
As I wished that I could drink what was once sold in these boxes
The sky started to rain and my guts felt nauseous
Cause I couldn't tell you that my heart had been starting to move
Had to struggle down the road with fifteen soggy boxes
The rope had cut my skin and the boxes I kept dropping, yeah
I'm boxing out my best friend
At least I'll do a good job for the move
I'm lying to my best friend
At least I'll do a good job for the move
When I came home you were sleeping surrounded by boxes
Read a Christmas card from you and put it in my pocket
Hid a picture of the two of you
You were sitting smiling in a photo booth
As I tiptoed round the couch, tripped, ripped lamp out of socket
I was stacking til the sun rose, couldn't stop packing boxes
It dawned on me abruptly as I emptied out all contents from the room
And I thought back to the time when were both sick
And I held on to your hand in the back of ambulance
Now I'm holding onto masking taping up these boxes for the move
Now I'm wearing lots of masks and taping up these boxes for the move
And you know I hate to make you cry so now I'm taping up these boxes for the move
The closest liquor store had just ran out of boxes
So I went down to Bogart to get more cardboard boxes for the move
As I wished that I could drink what was once sold in these boxes
The sky started to rain and my guts felt nauseous
Cause I couldn't tell you that my heart had been starting to move
Had to struggle down the road with fifteen soggy boxes
The rope had cut my skin and the boxes I kept dropping, yeah
I'm boxing out my best friend
At least I'll do a good job for the move
I'm lying to my best friend
At least I'll do a good job for the move
When I came home you were sleeping surrounded by boxes
Read a Christmas card from you and put it in my pocket
Hid a picture of the two of you
You were sitting smiling in a photo booth
As I tiptoed round the couch, tripped, ripped lamp out of socket
I was stacking til the sun rose, couldn't stop packing boxes
It dawned on me abruptly as I emptied out all contents from the room
And I thought back to the time when were both sick
And I held on to your hand in the back of ambulance
Now I'm holding onto masking taping up these boxes for the move
Now I'm wearing lots of masks and taping up these boxes for the move
And you know I hate to make you cry so now I'm taping up these boxes for the move