i threw our rings into a box filled with broken memories and fool s gold and i woke up again last night in this lonely bed without you to hold and i walkeda rond this house pullin picutres off the walls just like i ve done a hundred times before makin sure i ve got em all makin sure i ve got the hard to find little things that make me tink about you cause i m tired of this house always breakin me down feelin blue no there s nothin left to say i m puttin memories away well yesterday i found your dress i guess there s something i missed in our room but it didn t break me down the second that i found it like it used to with red wine and tears i ve been gatherin all the years we spent together i need to move on cause i know that you re gone forever makin sure i ve got the hard to find little things that make me tink about you cause i m tired of this house always breakin me down feelin blue no there s nothin left to say i m puttin memories away no theres nothing left to say i m puttin memories away