When you broke up with me You took all our shit Now I have no money And no place to sit I found an old couch On the curb late last spring Now I'm starting over With dead people's things I go to thrift stores Estate sales and auctions I take home what people Can't take in their coffins When I look around here It's weird to think That my house is full of Dead people's things My house is full of hundreds of ghosts Of people like me who die lonesome and broke I'll keep buying paint to cover the pain 'Till I come back to life like these dead peoples things Dead people's things I refinish business of those who've moved on I try to find closure now that you're gone All you saw in me were the cracks and the dings You say I belong here with dead people's things My house is full of hundreds of ghosts Of people like me who die lonesome and broke So I keep buying paint to cover the pain 'Till I come back to life like these dead peoples things Dead people's things My house is full of hundreds of ghosts But I'd rather be haunted than be all alone So keep what you took from my heart to our rings Cause it all winds up as dead people's things Yeah it all winds up as dead people's things