Bones left in the closet

Dear,
It's spring time, which is supposed to entail spring cleaning.
It's been too long, I can't just keep living this way, but there's no simple way to change.
Troubles swept away to be enclosed in a "deal with it later" pile.
But, that later is now, and there's really no way I get more time.
That's probably something I really don't like. Pushing things off, waiting, waiting, hoping.

Isn't it nice to know
That the lining is silver
Isn't it nice to know
That we're golden
Yeah we're golden oh

I found a love in me
I always somehow knew that it existed
It just needed to be set free
Bon Voyage