My broken heart says yard sale
Heartaches here are cheap
I have pain and misery over in the corner
Next to my favorite seat
Photos albums of our memories
On the blanket we used to hold
Over there is some sniffles and tissues
I used when I was sad and cold
Take my rings they are yours
If you buy my advice and time
I'll throw in panic and abuse
For three nickels and a dime
Buy my happiness I used to love
And my smiles and my fears
If you take away this old guitar
I will throw in a bag of tears
Take everything I beg of you
The prices are very low
I can't stand to see it sitting here
So all of it must go
7/7/99
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