Take it...

I can't care, don't want to anymore
so just take it, I'm giving it away
'm auctioning off
garage sale
throwing away
just take it
fucking take it all
I don't want to care

Someday I'll lament thrashing my collections
memories framed behind broken glass
and unwritten books
that I've burned in my head
coins and change
collected in long night
turning tricks
down on my hands and knees
- goddamn cold hard street tiles pressing patterns in my skin -

just take it
empty house
it's what I'm suppose to need
so I'm selling out
memories
all at discount prices
'cause aren't they useless?
aren't they keeping me behind?
stuck in the past?