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