In The End

And when it’s all over when it’s all said and done
Are you the years you’ve lived or the awards you’ve won

Are you certifications in a binder
Are you credit card payment due emails
I think when it’s all over
You’re just a yard sale

You’re dollar store price tags
stuck to all that you owned
You’re some kids new coat
Not the notes lost to your phone

Youre your favorite coffee mug
Sold for 99 cents
You’re jeans and a copper canteen
And and a couple plates that somebody rinsed

And set out on a Saturday
For someone to haggle over
You’re not the love you gave
Or the years you spent trying to get sober

You’re not the fences
You swallowed your pride to mend
You’re just a yard sale
In the end