Sixty Stories
Sixty Stories - The Place At The Top Of The Stairs lyrics
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My closet's full; Mostly of old clothes. Some are too big. Some are too small. All are embarrassing. Books I didn't read Have stiff spines And fill my boxes. I wait at the top of the stairs. My pants stained with dirt From years and years Of collecting and discarding objects. I'm okay, but my stomach hurts. There's a lot to know Since the last I moved. The new bathroom has Beige speckled tiles Like the ones in our Old farm house. Jen, I'll go first If you go at all. I wait at the top of the stairs Standing in the scent that lingers there Of you making sure that I'm okay. And I am okay so, thanks for that. I'm okay, but my stomach hurts. [x4] Hurts. Yeah, yeah. I wait at the top Of the staircase, Jen. My bags are packed. What are you crying for? "Remember when We slid down these stairs In sleeping bags. We weren't broken then. I guess All of us Should just take the Things in this house That are dear to us; And what is left is for the birds."