"Dead People's Things" lyrics

"Dead People's Things"

When you broke up with me
You took all our shit
Now I have no money
And no place to sit
I found an old couch
On the curb late last spring
Now I'm starting over
With dead people's things

I go to thrift stores
Estate sales and auctions
And take home what people
Can't take in their coffins
When I look around here
It's weird to think
My house is full of
Dead people's things

My house is full of hundreds of ghosts
Of people like me who die lonesome and broke
I'll keep buying paint to cover the pain
'Till I come back to life like these dead peoples things

I refinish business
Of those who've moved gone
I try to find closure
Now that you're gone
All you saw in me
Were the cracks and the dings
You say I belong here
With these dead people's things

My house is full of hundreds of ghosts
Of people like me who die lonesome and broke
So I'll keep buying paint to cover the pain
'Till I come back to life like these dead peoples things
Dead people's things

My house is full of hundreds of ghosts
But I'd rather be haunted than be all alone
So keep what you took from my heart to our rings
Cause it all winds up as dead people's things
Yeah, it all winds up as dead people's things


Writer(s): Crystal Bowersox
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