Moving Boxes

When the couch is gone, this room looks so much bigger than before
But it doesn’t matter now ‘cause I don’t live here anymore
Belongings that remind me of the past and who I’ve been
They just gather over time
So now I guess I’ll throw them into
Moving boxes lining paths through every room back to the hall
I don’t have the motivation
Or the space to take them all

When you have to bring them with you
To the place, you wanna be
Then it’s easier to sort out
All the things that you don’t need
The past becomes a burden
Holding onto everything
So we’ll part ways at the dumpster when
It’s time for me to leave

When I’m on my own, the world looks so much bigger than before
I felt safer in the past, but I can’t live there anymore
The rules that I grew up with
Used to help me to belong
Make some friends and get to heaven
If we choose to go along
But humanity and God won’t fit
The box they gave to me
I just don’t have the conviction
Not to question anything

So don’t get mad at me
Because we can’t agree
On how to do what’s right
You can’t say I didn’t try it your way
It’s easy to include
The people just like you, but
Grace becomes a scandal when
It lets everybody in

So don’t get mad at me
Because we can’t agree
On how to do what’s right
You can’t say I didn’t try
It’s easy to include
The people just like you, but
Grace becomes a scandal when
It lets everybody in
It lets everybody in
It lets everybody in

When an existential crisis
Makes it hard to fall asleep
Then it’s easier to sort out
All the things that I believe
Leaving home's not easy
Even when it’s what I need
I won’t wait for you to follow
When it’s time for me to leave