Obsolete Songtext
The cella's full of wine
You can no longer drink
Your head is full of thoughts
You don't allow yourself to think.
The cupboard's full of canned fruit,
Vegetables and meat
Everything is damaged goods,
Like sour grapes gone sweet.
The drawer's full of letters
Overdue to be sent
Stamps no longer valid
And words no longer meant
You saved them for a rainy day
You waited for too long
You thought that saving memories
was the thing that made me strong
Obsolete
Like the autumn leaves on the street
They're obsolete
Like the morning dew beneath your feet
The closet's bursting at the seams
With clothes you do not wear
You need to get your life fixed
But a part of you don't care
You've done everything so right
But now it seems all wrong
You played so damn hard
That it turned to a song
You saved them for a rainy day
You waited for too long
You thought that saving memories
was the thing that made me strong
But the years are filling out
With the chances you don't take
Your heart is pounding
And you cannot stand the ache
You're obsolete
Like the autumn leaves on the street
Obsolete
Like the morning dew beneath your feet
You can no longer drink
Your head is full of thoughts
You don't allow yourself to think.
The cupboard's full of canned fruit,
Vegetables and meat
Everything is damaged goods,
Like sour grapes gone sweet.
The drawer's full of letters
Overdue to be sent
Stamps no longer valid
And words no longer meant
You saved them for a rainy day
You waited for too long
You thought that saving memories
was the thing that made me strong
Obsolete
Like the autumn leaves on the street
They're obsolete
Like the morning dew beneath your feet
The closet's bursting at the seams
With clothes you do not wear
You need to get your life fixed
But a part of you don't care
You've done everything so right
But now it seems all wrong
You played so damn hard
That it turned to a song
You saved them for a rainy day
You waited for too long
You thought that saving memories
was the thing that made me strong
But the years are filling out
With the chances you don't take
Your heart is pounding
And you cannot stand the ache
You're obsolete
Like the autumn leaves on the street
Obsolete
Like the morning dew beneath your feet