Letra de Things On Their Way Out

Things on their way out
Just things on their way out
Things are coming
And things are going
But these are on their way out:
A fork is rusty
An old can of corn
A friend doesn't call anymore
And that blanket is torn
A dried out plant
That record I hate
Underwear, too small
And the pieces of a plate
A bag full of garbage
The ebb of a flu
One glove that I lost
And the feeling of you...
An empty mascara
Last year’s Christmas cards
A T-shirt that bores me
Used tickets won't get me far
A pet that died
And a thought that just occurred
That lightbulb is broken, I think
And the things that you were...