Let Things Go

How does this happen? All your life

You think the space you've got is not enough.

But then you open your closet door and think,

"My life must be more than the sum of this stuff."

Something moves you from within.

Like, say, your boyfriend moving in.

And that's how you begin to let things go.

You look up at that shelf and you tell yourself to let things go.

And next thing you know...

You are standing amidst your whole entire history

And you're strewing it across the floor.

You've got out-of-date planners and dog-eared postcards

And think, "What in God's name was I keeping these for?"

Packed in boxes just in case

But now I really need the space

So I'm gonna clean this place and let things go.

I'm determined to clear out some room in here and let things go.

I'm letting it go

All of these years and years of junk and flotsam

Plastic souvenirs, why, look, I've got some.

Birthday cards, a pamphlet on Van Gough

I should've done this years ago.

But somehow I've been petrified

To see what's been kept inside these chests and drawers

It's so very strange finding stuff from a lifetime ago

Even when the life you find is yours.

'Cause there are things that make you feel

That you need this proof your past was real.

And you can't let them go

So back into boxes they go

Oh

How does this happen?

You tear up your apartment just to put it back together again

Jason will be fine

We'll get creative with our space so that all of our things fit together and then

My whole life can stay in there

Well, he's got to put his shoes somewhere

Ugh! Why can't I be some other Claire

Who can just let things go?

I mean, I said I would try and I did

But I can't let things go

You know Martha Stewart, I'm not her

I'm gonna let things go back where they were.