Once I was born to be leaving   Once I was cruel to be kind   But lately I've been dreaming   Of things I left behind   Snap shirts with stains on the collars   Books full of words underlined   Black boots I bought for a dollar   Things I left behind   Don't try to change what the truth is   Traces remain in my mind   I hope you find some kind of use   for the things I left behind   Posters of bands I once sang with   LP's I scratched over time   Words that have dropped from my language   things I left behind   Don't try to change what the truth is   Traces remain in my mind   I hope you find some kind of use   For the things I left behind   So choose what you want to remember   And try not to be too unkind   My life still burns in the embers   Of the things I left behind   Don't try to change what the truth is   Traces remain in my mind   I hope you find some kind of use   For the things I left behind   I hope you find some kind of proof   In the things I left behind