This Sunday afternoon
I’m clearing out my room
I’m throwing out all the pictures you never drew
I’m done believing in your smile
Look at all these junk piles
Stacked with the things we used to do
Today I’m cleaning out my room
I know you thought I’d never come clean
But look at how my walls can gleam
I’m packing up
I’m moving on
Feels like I’ve been gone so long
I’ve cleared all the cobwebs and killed all your lies
I’ve swept away the doubt and I’m cutting these ties
As the light is waning
I’m shutting the door
I found the life I was looking for
I did everything I needed to do
On this Sunday afternoon
I cleared my life of you
