D
It went well
                                     C
You didn't have to do it all by yourself
                            G
Some friends came over and helped
                              D
A hand truck, a friend with a van
                        D
And you're moving out again
                            C
Remembering when you first came
                                   G
It's crazy these streets look the same
                                       D
They looked different when they were strange
                           D
And it's always weird to erase
                C
Every personal trace
                                    G
From a place you called home for a while
                               D
And see all that you own in a pile
                            D
A place that had become a friend
                            C
To return it to how it had been
                                  G    D
To be friends with whomever moves in
                D
And you stick around
                         C
After all the boxes are down
                                   G
The fridge is empty- just one ice tray
                                D
And you swept and mopped more today
                                D
Than the entire time that you stayed
                               C
It's a shame you now have to leave
                                       G
The place is actually nice when it's clean
                            D
It wasn't hard mopping the floor
                               D
Why didn't you ever do that before?
                             C
Now the van is down on the corner
                                         G
And you've done everything that you're gonna
                                        D
There's some pennies and dust on that shelf
                                  D
But the landlord can clean it herself
                                           C
And you're not sure, but you're going to claim
                                           G    D
The blinds were busted like that when you came
Em7                          Em
Man, so existential in that room
                           Em     D
So existential with that broom
 Em7
Cause the room looks the same
                        Em
Except there's no life left
                              Em     D
And you start thinking about death
 Em7                          Em
When you die, will it be the same?
                                   Em
No more thoughts decorating your brain?
                                    D
An empty space for the world to reclaim?
 Em7                                       A
You're on the verge of thinking something deep
                                A
Then you hear the van give the beep
          D                                 C
Then you take one last look around to make sure
                                     G
Then you take one last walk out the door
                                D
And you'll never again see the angle
                                   D
Of the street you saw from that window
                                 C
You take the key out of your pocket
                                  G
You close the front door and you lock it
                               D
Drop the key back through the slot
                                D
Sure hope there's nothing you forgot

C  G  D
D  C  G  D