Secondhand Things Songtext
von June Body

The travel trinkets and letters addressed to me
Shoved into a box on my way out
And our plastic Christmas tree and ornaments we painted
Waiting for you like a spectre in your basement

You could make use of these secondhand things
With some other man
You know me, I would totally understand
This wasn′t part of the plan

The cutlery
Oh, the spoon that fed me these things
That I thought could save me
Comfort, routine, substance, daydreaming
I'm waiting for you like a spectre in your basement


You could make use of these secondhand things
With some other man
You know me, I would totally understand
This wasn′t part of the plan

You could make use of these secondhand things
With some other man
You know me, I would totally understand
This wasn't part of the plan

The fancy dinner plates
That we'd eat off of on our birthdays
Oh yeah, and the bedframe
Screws have gone loose anyway
From all the tossing and turning away
Tossing and turning away