Don't Give It Away - Sydney Rhame

Walking up slowly to your driveway

I crunch red leaves under my shoes

I go in- I see that picture frame

Of just me and you being thrown away

You’re counting your life in boxes

I don’t know what to make of this

I don’t know how to digest

Just stop for a minute there and-

And tell me what we’re doing here it’s-

It’s not that easy to put in place

Cause truth is I still miss you

And I feel you- I feel you with me

And my heart still has you in it

And it’s hurting, just watching

«Don't give it away», I scream to you

«Don't give it away», I’m asking you

«Don't give it away», I’m begging you, no

Going through jewelry I found a card I made

When I was five years old

It said «Happy Birthday»

I climbed that maple tree in the front yard

To show you that I’m still the same, oh oh oh

Counting your life in boxes

I don’t know what to make of this

I don’t know how to digest

Stop for a minute there and-

And tell me what we’re doing here it’s-

It’s not that easy to put in place

Cause truth is I still miss you

And I feel you- I feel you with me

And my heart still has you in it

And it’s hurting, just watching

«Don't give it away», I scream to you

«Don't give it away», I’m asking you

«Don't give it away», I’m begging you

Well there’s a hole, baby there’s a hole in me

Yeah there’s a hole, baby there’s a hole you see

Cause truth is I still miss you

And I feel you- I feel you with me

And my heart still has you in it

And it’s hurting, just watching

«Don't give it away», I scream to you

«Don't give it away», I’m asking you

«Don't give it away», I’m begging you