How many boxes does it take
To divide up a life and give one half away
So you carelessly pack
'cause what's already broken
Can't break
Why does it feel like the choices
Of who gets the knife set, the mattress, the old picture frames
Are harder than choosing to leave
In the first place
It must've been after the fifteenth box I lost count
I wasn't sorry then, but I'm sorry now
How close is too close when you move away
From the house that you shared
And the memories you made
I know the answer
I made that mistake
I park in the same parking lot of the same grocery store
And I sit at the stoplight the same as before
I decided that I
Wanted more
But there's one single street that I can't bring myself to turn down
I wasn't sorry then, but I'm sorry now
I tell myself
Over and over
That people they come and they go
You were one of the good ones
Now I know
I tell myself
Over and over
That people they come and they go
You were one of the good ones
Now I know
How long is too long
For a person to wait til they say all the things
That I've wanted to say
Truth be told I'm not sure
What difference it'd make
Still you deserve to hear me say these words out loud
I wasn't sorry then, but I'm sorry now
I wasn't sorry then, but I'm sorry now