Hanging in the closet   is the dress I wore the last time   That I saw you on the last day of July      Could’ve been would’ve been should’ve known better   Shoved it inside and said I’d deal with this later   Pages and pieces of letters that I started to write,   Piled up high and I just want it out of my sight      Walked down Columbus took out a dime made a wish   Then I set the bridge on fire and destroyed the evidence   Now I wait for the rain to come wash the fingerprints   That you left on my face in my heart in my veins      Looking through the closet   I left the truth around here somewhere   Buried underneath these things that I don’t need      Tripped over the past so I crammed it in the corner   Shoved it in the entryway and hid it in the shower   Room full of boxes full of pieces of a broken dream   House full of ghosts and I hope they know it’s time to leave      Walked down Columbus took out a dime made a wish   Then I set the bridge on fire and destroyed the evidence   Now I wait for the rain to come wash the fingerprints   That you left on my face in my heart in my veins      Off the window and the door and the ceiling and the floor   From my Summer and my Fall and the picture on the wall   Off the records and the books off of everywhere I look   From the bottles and the tears and my twenty-second year   Off the ribbons and the sheets and the sidewalk and the streets   Off the diamonds and the threats imperfection and regrets   Off the records and the books off of everywhere I look