Boxes for the Move

After work I packed my desktop and went out for a-walkin'

The closest liquor store had just ran out of boxes

So I went down to Bogart to get more cardboard boxes for the move

As I wished that I could drink what was once sold in these boxes

The sky started to rain and my guts felt nauseous

Cause I couldn't tell you that my heart had been starting to move

Had to struggle down the road with fifteen soggy boxes

The rope had cut my skin and the boxes I kept dropping, yeah

I'm boxing out my best friend

At least I'll do a good job for the move

I'm lying to my best friend

At least I'll do a good job for the move

When I came home you were sleeping surrounded by boxes

Read a Christmas card from you and put it in my pocket

Hid a picture of the two of you

You were sitting smiling in a photo booth

As I tiptoed round the couch, tripped, ripped lamp out of socket

I was stacking til the sun rose, couldn't stop packing boxes

It dawned on me abruptly as I emptied out all contents from the room

And I thought back to the time when were both sick

And I held on to your hand in the back of ambulance

Now I'm holding onto masking taping up these boxes for the move

Now I'm wearing lots of masks and taping up these boxes for the move

And you know I hate to make you cry so now I'm taping up these boxes for the move