Things on their way out Just things on their way out Things are coming And things are going But these are on their way out: A fork is rusty An old can of corn A friend doesn't call anymore And that blanket is torn A dried out plant That record I hate Underwear, too small And the pieces of a plate A bag full of garbage The ebb of a flu One glove that I lost And the feeling of you. An empty mascara Last year's Christmas cards A T-shirt that bores me Used tickets won't get me far A pet that died And a thought that just occurred That light bulb is broken, I think And the things that you were.