Got my bags packed, got all things right here with me
In my backpack everything I'd ever need
cup of coffee spilled all over my old sheets,
Nothing good done, no one will remember me

Different lovers names of which i don't recall,
Different parties, people clombing up the walls
time for changing, time for doing all i can,
Now that i know half of my life has gone into garbagecan
 [bad word] 
Oh, into the garbagecan
Half of my life has gone into a garbagecan

Songs were written, just as words that have been said
Milk is spillen, no use crying now again
time for changing, time for doing all i can,
Now that i know half of my life has gone into garbagecan