I've put away some noise
They say that's how you do it, in the nightstand there's a mine
And six-thousand-watt tonsils
I've put away the hide-and-seek games
They say I'm not old enough
If they turn around for a moment
I'll play again 'cause I feel like it
I've put away some illusions
That sooner or later enough's enough
I've put two or three cartons of them away
Anyway I know they're still there
I've put away some advice
I've shelved them 'cause at messing up
I'm really good on my own
I'm making myself some room
And what I expect, who knows
That empty space has been, is, and will be
I've put away quite a lot of things
But I never figure out why
I just can't put you away
I've stashed away some hard knocks
The marks, those you just can't
It's not the pain or the hit
I've put away a good bunch of photos
About remorse and regrets
I'm making myself some room
And what I expect, who knows
That empty space has been, is, and will be
I've put away quite a lot of things
But I never figure out why
I just can't put you away
And on this rocking earth
I'm making myself some room
And what I expect, who knows
That empty space has been, is, and will be
I've put away quite a lot of things
But I never figure out why
I can't manage to put away