Song~ yard sell
Type~ breaking up
Ship~ Vikklan
Words~ 786
Prompt~ none
Viks pov
I don't know why I took him back. That little fuck. He cheated on my AGAIN. I'm done. He says he goes on little business trips then comes back with hickeys all down his neck. So this time, when he gets back from his little business trip all his shit will no be in my fucking house, it will be in someone else. Cause all this junk is going in a yard sale
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 shove all his things into boxes. All his clothes can go. Laptop? He doesn't need it. I take every thing. I'm not going to have one memory of the little whore in my house. It's not my stuff, so why would I care where it goes or who it goes to.
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
I put some signs up around about the sale, and set up tables. I put all his shit out there with a big old free sign in front of it. I go back inside and go through the rest of his drawers. I find pictures of us, which eventually end up in shreds on the floor, and I take his Xbox and throw it right out the fucking window.
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
I go through all the gifts and presents he got me, including jewelry. I break every necklace he bought and take the ring off my finger. Yah he just proposed to me. He can have the fucking rock back, if he can find it in the yard. I take the rest of his things out side and wait. Things were going great, almost all your shit was gone. Oh but wait what's that, oh yah your car is coming down the road.
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...
"Vik? What the fuck is happening?" you asked me as you get out of the car. "You tell me, all you ever do is go out and have sex with other people and I'm fucking done with your shit taking up space in my house, so now it's all out here." I scream back in his face. "Viks please listen it's not like that." He tries but I soon interrupt him. "Oh yah then how the fuck do you have hickeys, cause I sure as hell didn't put them there. I just, ugh I'm done with you. So I'm gonna have to ask you to get the fuck off my property." I yell. "But, but. Vicky baby please." "No Lachlan get the fuck out of here, I'm serious this is my fucking house and grass so I will call the police. Just go ruin some else life will ya." I scream. I can feel tears start to run down my face. I can see the tears streaming down his face, i soon walk away towards the house as he gets into his car.
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
