I’m ready for the end

Of cardboard box-days

Of unfamiliar keys

In brand-new locks-days

I’m ready to be done

With deep cleaned wall-days

Taking down the art

In empty hallways

I’m getting pretty tired

Of make new friends-days

Sorting through my piles

Of odds and ends-days

I’m sick of starting over

Of never-ending change

I just wish for one moment

That things could stay the same

(We’re moving into a new apartment tomorrow…I’m kinda sick of it lol)