Roll up, I'm having a yard sale with my old stuff I gotta get rid of this old love The satisfaction isn't guaranteed No money back, no money back I'm moving on, and I ain't taking nothing Cleaning up, put my troubles in the dust bin My stereo ain't playing love songs, no no... I’m having a yard sale, giving away all of the things that I used to call my own I’m having a yard sale, giving away all of the memories that used to fill our home I got a box, I gotta pack all of these boxes, and I'm giving 'em all away for free Cause in the box there is a person that could love you But that person is the old me, yeah that's the old me Yeah that's the old me (I'm having a yard sale, yard sale) That person is the old me Yeah that's the old me Closed box I buried our pictures in the closed box You only love me with my clothes off Well, I took your ring off my finger, middle finger Breather, look at it now I'm moving on, and I ain't taking nothing Cleaning up, put my troubles in the dust bin My stereo ain't playing love songs, no no... I’m having a yard sale, giving away all of the things I used to call my own I’m having a yard sale, giving away all of the memories that used to fill our home I got a box, I gotta pack all of these boxes, and I'm giving 'em all away for free Cause in the box there is a person that could love you But that person is the old me, yeah that's the old me Yeah that's the old me (I'm having a yard sale, yard sale) That person is the old me Yeah that's the old me