Michael Jordan, well, I'm sorry
But it's time for you go
Yes, it's time for you to go
'Cause there's no room left here in this house
Yeah, and I've traded for the road
Yeah, I've traded for the road
So, I'm packing up these boxes and ditching all these clothes
I'm sure that someday, someday this ship will sail back home
'Cause memories are pornography
I'll remember you without hoarding all your things
'Cause memories are pornography
Remember who I am and what I did
And then burn all of my shit
Well, I dig through, through all these relics
Just to find some sentiment
Yeah, but all I see is a mess
Well, and most of it is shadowed in my own indifference
So, I grabbed all of my friends and we traveled this great ocean
Trying to finally make some sense
But now my bags are heavier than when I left
Now, don't go feeling cheated
That the time you spent was fleeting after all
Or you'll get that sinking feeling
That your life is about leaving what you own
But it's not that cold
And you're not that old
So take a hold of what's in your soul
'Cause, memories are pornography
I'll remember you without hoarding all your things
'Cause, memories are pornography
Remember who I am and what I did
And then burn all of my shit
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