Last Of Your Things

[Verse 1]
Folded up your sweater
Left it by the door
Mugs still in the sink
One on my side
One on yours
Calendar’s turned over
Keys asleep in a bowl
The echo in the hallway
Says we’re letting it go
[Chorus]
You should come and grab
The last of your things
Just the box on the table
And the spare set of rings
We don’t have to talk
We don’t have to explain
You can come
Clear the shelf
And we’ll both catch our trains
You should come and grab
The last of your things
[Verse 2]
I put your old letters
In a plain brown bag
Kept the little polaroid
Pinned under a magnet
Left your charger coiled
Right beside the frame
We were just a season
Calling it by its name
[Chorus]
You should come and grab
The last of your things
Just the book by the bedside
And the bracelet with wings
We don’t have to rush
We don’t have to stay
You can come
Close the door
And we’ll go our own ways
You should come and grab
The last of your things
[Bridge]
Text me when you’re outside
I’ll buzz you up
That’s all
Two shoes by the doorway
Then just one in the hall
No fights
No big ending
Just the soft
Simple truth
We were right for a moment
Now we’re making some room
[Chorus]
You should come and grab
The last of your things
Just a coat on the hanger
And a worn silver ring
We don’t have to rewind
We don’t have to pretend
You can come
Take your life
And we’ll call this the end
You should come and grab
The last of your things

UK speed garage / trance hybrid with steady 2‑step drums, swung hi‑hats, and a smooth sub. Soft male vocals, dry and close in the verses; choruses widen with airy pads, bright trance plucks, and a rising filtered synth line. Subtle chopped vocal echoes between lines, arrangement stays controlled and understated, ending on a long, calm reverb tail that just hangs in space., trance, speed garage