I've packed a few things
and moved out of my mind

Most everything I am
I saluted and left behind

I threw the key on the floor
and backed out the door

There is not a chance
I'm coming back anymore

I'll forget those falling stacks
of waxy old thought

and lose my high and mighty opinions
so prime and all worth naught

Naught is insufficient I think
to describe their value fair

that i proudly shaped so sharp
to cut you deep fair and square

it seemed about time
i moved out of there