Your memories feel like rummage sales
Scattered around me, just when I thought
I'd shifted out the last of you
From your feminine scent to your last retort
I'll walk til I can no longer see our memories inside me
Discarded dresses, I had to clear
Away from out of sight and mind
Despite my efforts, you're always near
The spectre of you I'll always find
I know it's easy for me to assume
I was a discarded garment to you
I kept you warm, you bided your time
Til a new season came into view
I'll walk til I can no longer see our memories inside me
Discarded dresses, I had to clear
Away from out of sight and mind
Despite my efforts, you're always near
The spectre of you I'll always find, find, find
I'll always find
I'll always find
I'll always find