[CLAIRE]
How does this happen:
All your life
You think the space you’ve got
Is not enough
But then you open your closet door
And think
“My life must be more than the sum of this stuff.”
Something moves you from within
Like, say, your boyfriend moving in
And that’s how you begin
To let things go
You look up at that shelf
And you tell yourself
To let things go
And next thing you know...

You are standing amidst
Your whole entire history
And you’re strewing it across the floor
You’ve got out-of-date planners
And dog-eared postcards
And think, “What in God’s name
Was I keeping these for?”
Packed in boxes just in case
But now I really need the space
So I’m gonna clean this place
And let things go
I’m determined to clear
Out some room in here
And let things go
I’m letting it go
All of these years and years
Of junk and flotsam
Plastic souvenirs?
Why, look, I’ve got some
Birthday cards, a pamphlet on van Gogh

I should’ve done this years ago

But somehow I’ve been petrified
To see what’s been kept inside
These chests and drawers

It’s so very strange
Finding stuff from a lifetime ago
Even when the life you find is yours

‘Cause there are things
That make you feel
That you need this proof
Your past was real
And you can’t let them go
So back into boxes they go

Oh, how does this happen?
You tear up your apartment
Just to put it back
Together again
Jason will be fine
We’ll get creative with our space
So that all of our things
Fit together and then
My whole life can stay in there
Though he’s got to put his shoes somewhere
Ugh!
Why can’t I be some other Claire
Who can just let things go?
I mean, I said I would try
And I did, but I
Can’t let things go
You know Martha Stewart?
I’m not her
I’m gonna let things go
Back where they were