Cleaning Out My Closet

The water leaves and gravity turns on my body,
shriveled up in the bottom of a tub, I'm alone at last
If you're so lonely why say you aren't?
You made your own choices and made your accusations
you chose to leave and you chose to believe the things you'd heard
Well clean out my ears 'cause they're full of shit,
I'm cleaning out my closet

I'd walk down the street and see you on the curb,
standing, waiting, pale in the face
Sometimes it happens in my dreams, where it's raining
and the streets are busy like the thoughts in my skull
the sky hides behind a bush of clouds and I'm left alone to cry here
And I'm more then sad now because of it
and now I'm cleaning out my closet

Some days I'm happy and some days I'm not,
that's how it goes and life can be a cruel thing, she told me
you've got to figure out who's worth it, and who's worth shit
and so I'm cleaning out my closet

I used to spend my days lusting after those with fame,
and it had turned me shallow until he had come along,
and only until he had up and left I had thought there was a chance in the world
a chance that I wasn't made to be lonely
I'm happy, I'm happy with loneliness
I'm more happy now because of it
that's why I'm cleaning out my closet