Your Mantra

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Piling old knickknacks into the back of her car A now swollen four-door Honda in blue Leaving one worn-out industrial town in hopes of selling off gifts I had gotten from you [Chorus] But, I haven't sold a thing Which leads me to believe I'm just repeating repeating repeating repeating repeating The same sorry cycle as when I was fifteen [Verse 2] Well, I'm completely aware of how boring this is My back's grown sore from still standing still, standing those Who brought chairs as they can sit back and watch As all of the small crowd files out And, as we close up shop, I've spent more than I've earned A trait in me you'd seem to admire But you've spent the last of our common sense on selling off the old and expired [Chorus] We hadn't sold a thing Reminding me of you Just repeating repeating repeating repeating your mantra "Out with the old and in without you"