Toothbrush / Trash - Mount Eerie

[00:13.53]Today I just felt it for the first time
[00:19.99]Three months and one day after you died
[00:25.54]I realized that these photographs we have of you
[00:32.23]Are slowly replacing the subtle familiar
[00:44.95]Memory of what it's like to know you're in the other room
[00:57.31]To hear you singing on the stairs
[01:03.18]A movement, a pine cone, your squeaking chair
[01:09.90]The quiet untreasured
[01:18.21]In between times
[01:24.04]The actual experience of you here
[01:34.54]I can feel these memories escaping
[01:40.64]Colonized by photos narrowed down and told my mind erasing
[01:53.67]The echo of you in the house dies down
[02:07.53]October wind blows
[02:12.81]It makes a door close
[02:18.05]I look over my shoulder to make sure
[02:26.38]But there is nobody here
[02:31.00]I finally took out the upstairs bathroom garbage
[02:36.19]That was sitting there forgotten since you were here
[02:44.68]Wanting just to stay with us
[02:50.69]Just to stay living
[02:56.09]I threw it away
[03:01.12]Your dried out, bloody, end-of-life tissues
[03:07.57]Your toothbrush and your trash
[03:12.34]And the fly buzzing around the room
[03:18.29]Could that possibly be you too?
[03:25.98]I let it go out the window
[03:38.03]It does not feel good