It all started with a piano
A cigarette burn on the middle C key
One thought that triggered a typhoon of emotion
Wooden, big and beautiful
It's been out of tune since I was little
Man things back then were simple
No drama or family secrets pulling us apart
I had not experienced a broken heart
I guess we all have skeletons in our closets
It's a mighty selfish act if you think about it
Who's left with the mess when you leave?
Who's left with the mess when you leave?
So many years since all that happened
I was shocked when putting pen to paper
It took me somewhere unexpected
Trying to keep my tears on lock down
Man it's near impossible
The things people keep hidden
When exposed is something most can't handle
Or maybe I'm just talking to myself
I guess we all have skeletons in our closets
It's a mighty selfish act if you think about it
Who's left with the mess when you leave?
Who's left with the mess when you leave?
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