Tripping Over Boxes

I don't wanna go down those stairs

And trip over the boxes

That are lying at the bottom of the stairs,

Just sitting there, mocking

The things that I gave.

You coulda been a little kinder

And I, brave.

I don't wanna see you as you're leaving,

Just get your things and go.

I'll be sleeping as you're leaving,

Dreaming that you were just the thing

That I crave.

You will seem nicer and I, brave.

The thing I fear is the look in your eyes,

The final kisses, the final good-bye.

You shoulda said something, anything,

To let me know.

You shoulda given me a warning sign.

The thing I fear (baby) is the look in your eyes,

And the last kiss, and the final good-bye.

You shoulda said something, anything

To let me know

You shoulda given me a warning sign,

Instead of leaving me in the cold.)

One day I'm gonna lose this feeling

And trip myself down the stairs

To find I got a brand new feeling

That's sitting there, laughing,

At the mess that you made.

You will seem kinder, and I, I, I,

I will seem brave.