Were it not kinder
Her black eye would be darker

And all these brown boxes
Haven't helped me move one bit
In half empty rooms they sit

Stay that's where they will stay
I could never say
I would never say, "This is over"

I've got this cupid
Humble from woolen sacket
It's pretty stupid but nonetheless I'll pack it

And this box cutter?s too dull
Other wise I'd end it all
There's still boxes in the hall

And stay, that's where they will stay
I could never place any other blame
And how could you even go
On living if it's so unintentional? I'd like to know