Stacks of boxes to the ceiling tall A hundred things I don’t need at all Old shoes Old news A broken clock A life buried under all this stock Buying and keeping stuff is madness Fills your home Your heart with sadness Can’t find the floor Can’t find the truth This clutter’s stealing all my youth A toaster from '92 still won’t toast Shelves of books I’ve never even approached Empty jars They call it charm But this junkyard's causing me alarm I need to breathe I need some air Where’s my couch? It’s under there Buying and keeping stuff is madness Fills your home Your heart with sadness Can’t find the floor Can’t find the truth This clutter’s stealing all my youth I don’t need ten mugs for one cup of tea I don’t need ten lamps that don’t light for me The memories live in my head Not the dust Time to let go Yeah It’s a must
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