Sixty Stories - The Place At The Top Of The Stairs lyrics

rate me

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.

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."