Moving Out

It’s about a sort of emerging emotions in any kind of moving out.
When you’re moving out from your apartment, or moving out from your office,
or when someone is leaving you soon.

Moving Out

Moving out is always something
Something detach from my body
I could see every shadow of mine in every corners of the room
The sorrow me, the happy me, the intertwined in a certain time

Why do I still tidy up the room that I’m going to leave tomorrow?
Cause I’m just happy that I can be doing this thing for the last
Even pretending I’m leaving the worse for the better one
Cause we always be excited when a thing is at first or last

I am so confused for what the first thing should be slipped off
Are those pictures on the wall?!
No, no. they should be the last
How could what was the least attentive be so important today?

There are things that you couldn’t bring with you
You can just let it stayed there
That’s fine if you don’t care about who the next come in
Simply think that it is just good to be there

You were always staring at the window looking at outside
Now you will be staring at another window looking at you were
Thinking of what will be inside
Just hopefully everything will be fine

I can be so dramatic about all these things
Cause moving out is always something