Nothing Left to Trade

Family memory

Ania's bare-honest ballad — nothing left to trade, only herself to keep.

Lyrics

Transcribed from the recording — close to the song, but not always word-perfect.

The bottom was a heavy coat, you threw across the chair
I had that little spark, the thing I do and you're not there
But you grabbed it from my hands and you walked out the door
Now the static is the only thing that's left on my bedroom floor
You took the anchor when the tide was getting high
Left me with the ceiling in a hollow gray sky
I is making plans while the porch light burns
Waiting for the moment that the table turns
I'm coming for the pantry, I'm coming for the sweets
I leave you with the hunger in the empty streets
I leave you with the hunger in the empty streets
You took my favorite, now I'm taking all your snacks
There's no turning back from these emotional attacks
There's no turning back
Locked the window from the outside, stepped into the dark
Found the cabinet full of chips, I left a little mark
Bagged the pretzel, stole the crackers, took the chocolate bars
Left a note that said I'm done with all your empty scars
I can taste the sadness in every single bite
Turning off the kitchen bulb and vanishing from sight
I'm just making plans while the porch light burns
Waiting for the moment that the table turns
I'm coming for the pantry, I'm coming for the sweets
I leave you with the hunger in the empty streets
I leave you with the hunger in the empty streets
You took my favorite, now I'm taking all your snacks
There's no turning back from these emotional attacks
There's no turning back
You're at the door holding out my stuff
You're saying that the petty games have finally been enough
You say you're sorry and you wanna be my friend
You say you're hoping this is where things gonna end
You say you brought it all back, even the little things
You say you brought it all back, even the little things
You say you're waiting for the peace that a simple sorry brings
Yeah, I ate it all
Every single cracker, every chocolate bar
Nothing left to trade
Nothing left to give you back
Go home, I'm not hungry anyway