Scott, Get The Van, I’m Moving

The hardest part of moving out, is I remember moving in
The hardest part of breaking my fall, is I am nothing but skin
How gently time disposed us
Separate boxes fill the car
Both bracing for an impact
But it never came at all
Tell me can you feel it at all
Cause I got nothing within
Tell me am I writing you off
Cause I was living in sin, I was living in sin
We find solace in the moments
They’re either too short or too long
And I still miss you in the morning
But wake up to find that you’re still gone
The hardest part of moving out, is I remember moving in