Dead People's Things - Crystal Bowersox

When you broke up with me

You took all our shit

Now I have no money

And no place to sit

I found an old couch

On the curb late last spring

Now I’m starting over

With dead people’s things

I go to thrift stores

Estate sales and auctions

And take home what people

Can’t take in their coffins

When I look around here

It’s weird to think

My house is full of

Dead people’s things

My house is full of hundreds of ghosts

Of people like me who die lonesome and broke

I’ll keep buying paint to cover the pain

'Till I come back to life like these dead peoples things

I refinish business

Of those who’ve moved gone

I try to find closure

Now that you’re gone

All you saw in me

Were the cracks and the dings

You say I belong here

With these dead people’s things

My house is full of hundreds of ghosts

Of people like me who die lonesome and broke

So I’ll keep buying paint to cover the pain

'Till I come back to life like these dead peoples things

Dead people’s things

My house is full of hundreds of ghosts

But I’d rather be haunted than be all alone

So keep what you took from my heart to our rings

Cause it all winds up as dead people’s things

Yeah, it all winds up as dead people’s things