Storage Full

Mom turned sixty Sunday, sixty candles in a row,
she said, "Baby, film me," and I said, "Ready, go,"
she leaned in to make her wish, I pressed record, and it said
"Storage Full", so I just watched her with my eyes instead.
I hid inside the bathroom, opened Settings, hit the wall:
four thousand photos, three good years, and you're in almost all.

It says "Free up space", like it's one tap and we're through,
but how do I make room for my life when my life was you?

I can't take a new picture till I let go of you,
my phone's out of room, and I'm out of room too.
Four thousand times you smiled at me, I can't throw one away,
so there's no room for tomorrow, there's no room for today.
Storage full, storage full, it's the only thing it knows:
nothing new gets in until a piece of you goes.

Friday, Josh dragged me out, said, "Brother, it's been a year,"
and a girl named Maya grabbed my arm, "A picture, right here,"
I said my phone was dead, it wasn't, it just had no space,
she shrugged, "Okay," and I don't have one picture of her face.
Josh drove me home and said, "Delete her, man, she's gotta go,"
I said, "It's just a phone thing," and he said, "Yeah, I know."

It says "Free up space", like it's one tap and we're through,
but how do I make room for my life when my life was you?

I can't take a new picture till I let go of you,
my phone's out of room, and I'm out of room too.
Four thousand times you smiled at me, I can't throw one away,
so there's no room for tomorrow, there's no room for today.
Storage full, storage full, it's the only thing it knows:
nothing new gets in until a piece of you goes.

At 3 a.m. I tapped "Select All" and watched them all turn blue,
you only ever took one picture, and it wasn't you,
it was me, in your kitchen, laughing, flour on my face,
so I didn't press delete. I bought more space.

Now I can take a new picture, but none of them are you,
my phone's got room for everything, I wish I did too.
Four thousand times you smiled at me, I'm paying so they stay,
two ninety-nine a month for all the love you threw away.
Storage full, it's not the phone, it's me, and now I know:
nothing new gets in, 'cause I won't let one piece of you go.

Storage full…
of you.