The story
She is still hauling what nobody else can see.
She moves through a house full of clutter, stacking his mess against the weight she already carries. Every room shows the same uneven load: his things, her patience, the quiet work of keeping it all from tipping over. The title lands like a warning that the clutter is only the first thing she’s forced to hold.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
The lyric sheet for this one isn't published yet — press play and listen along.