Open the closet
I pick out an outfit and put it back again,
What I wore yesterday is what I want today.
I wreak the whole closet and pull things out,
One perfect fit so I can go out and about.
New clothes that I buy and keep piling
With the old ones that I only wear
Who could need old things? They are mine
I would miss them tomorrow and want them again
Even if they are dirty in desperate need of a wash
I pick out the colors in obligation to being uncommon
You would only find me wearing black
It is complicated to explain why they look worn out
They don’t need me, don’t flatter me, I keep them
Like my priced possessions, sort of like you
How weirdly I have so many who are new
Yet I miss you because of this dress I wear
I take it out everyday, I never take it off
I buy new things in the name of want
I know you are aware and ignorant about
What I really want.
I pick an outfit and put and back again
Though I am awfully possessive
I wear the same things again and again
We seem inseparable now, the dress I mean
No wonder you could think what I actually mean
I wreak the whole closet, more than it already was
Maybe I search the wrong place for a real cause
One perfect fit to go out, or is it a hint that I need
How strange to know I am the one who is sick
And you aren’t sick of yourself, while I was your side kick
I cleaned out several times, and missing us makes me sick
The wreak of a closet that we were,
I still wear what I wore yesterday, I will again tomorrow
You went shopping pretty quick, I see no sorrow
A part of my pile of possessions that is what you are
As I pick out an outfit and put it back again,
I know all you want now is to go far,
I wreak the whole closet and pull things out.
A perfect fit non existent for out and about,
New clothes as I keep piling up on you,
The dress I mean, once it belonged to you.
