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.