YardSale

Yard Sale - Alex Warren

Lyrics by：Alex Warren/Adam Yaron

Produced by：Adam Yaron

I put a sign on a telephone pole with the address below

I wrote the time and I circled in bold

Everything must go

The couch with a burn from your friend's cigarette

The guitar that you learned how to play when we met

The tables you turned on the night that you left

When it all fell down

Every perfect memory

Stacked in boxes on the street

Take what's left of you and me

'Cause all the love is

All the love is gone

Every empty picture frame

All the **** that I tried to save

Name your price

You can have my pain

All the love is all the love is gone

All the love is all the love is gone

I tried to call but you didn't call back

To come and get you things

I thought about just striking a match

But it's hard to burn a memory

Oh the dresser with the drawer

Full of birthday cards

And the necklace that you wore

With my name in a heart

I don't want 'em anymore

'Cause it's just too hard

Let it all fall down

Every perfect memory

Stacked in boxes on the street

Take what's left of you and me

'Cause all the love is

All the love is gone

Every empty picture frame

All the **** that I tried to save

Name your price

You can have my pain

All the love is all the love is gone

All the love is all the love is gone

All the love is gone

I wish that I could wish you well

But I got no sympathy to sell

I hope you're happy with yourself

All the love is gone

It's time to empty out the place

I used to love but now I hate

Name your price you can have my pain

All the love is all the love is gone

All the love is all the love is gone