Saddr Weirdr

put all my books in a box
put them in a concrete cube and
underneath more boxes, hidden behind boxes
i'll get in one too

i just threw out another gift
i know it had a bit of thought
but mary we won't talk soon
i have no use for crocs, now
have no use for gifts

you're gonna be piles
i'm gonna be a packrat
and that's gonna shit

it's hard to empty out my drawers
it's hard to empty out my home now
i'm a vacant home for
the last work of a soul
gotta get drunk one last time

it's gonna get sadder
it's gonna get weirder
'til i'm gone, 'til i'm gone

it's gonna get sadder
it's gonna get weirder
until i'm gone now
it's kind of what i want
but regardless, thanks a lot for
letting me stay on your futon

it's gonna get sadder
it's gonna get weirder
when i'm gone now
i don't know what i want
but regardless, thanks a lot
for letting me stay on the futon

put all my books in a box
to put them in a concrete cube and
underneath more boxes, and hidden behind boxes
i'll get in one too.