[Verse 1]
Found my name carved in the window frame
Dust on that old baseball on the shelf
T-shirt from a summer I can halfway taste
First ticket stubs I ever bought myself
Yearbook pages, hearts and arrows
Her phone number faded in the fold
Feels like I’m thumbing through a stranger’s story
But every line still knows my soul
[Chorus]
I’m packing up this bedroom at my parents’ place
Folding up the good years, trying not to rush the grace
Every box I label
Tears and laughter on the floor
It hurts, but it’s a good hurt
’Cause I ain’t that kid no more
Yeah, I’m saying goodbye
To who I was before
With these boxes on the bedroom floor
[Verse 2]
Mama’s voice drifting from the hallway
“Don’t forget your jacket by the door”
Dad walks by, pretends he’s checking something
But he’s staring at my posters like a war
Old report cards, “needs less talking”
First guitar pick taped inside a card
Didn’t know the cost of growing, back then
Now I see why letting go is hard
[Chorus]
I’m packing up this bedroom at my parents’ place
Folding up the good years, trying not to rush the grace
Every box I label
Tears and laughter on the floor
It hurts, but it’s a good hurt
’Cause I ain’t that kid no more
Yeah, I’m saying goodbye
To who I was before
With these boxes on the bedroom floor
[Bridge]
I leave that one nail in the wall
Where the cross used to hang above my head
Say a little thanks for every late-night prayer
Every hard truth that they said
I lock the window, leave the curtains
But I carry what they gave me in my chest (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
I’m packing up this bedroom at my parents’ place
Folding up the good years, every wrinkle, every trace
Every box I’m closing
Opens up another door
It hurts, but it’s a good hurt
’Cause I ain’t that kid no more
Yeah, I’m driving toward tomorrow
But I’ve never loved them more
Than I do, standing barefoot
By these boxes on the bedroom floor