I put all my books in a box To put them in a concrete cube and Underneath more boxes, hidden behind boxes Ill get in one too I just threw out another gift I know it had a bit of thought but Mary, we wont talk soon, I have no use for Crocs now I have no use for gifts There are gonna be piles Im gonna be a pack rat Thats gonna shit Its hard to empty out my drawers Its hard to empty out my home now Im a vacant home for the last spark of a soul Gonna get drunk one last time Its gonna get sadder, its gonna get weirder Until Im gone, until Im gone Its gonna get sadder, its gonna get weirder Until Im gone Now its kind of what I want But regardless, thanks a lot For letting me stay on your futon Its gonna get sadder, its gonna get weirder Until Im gone, until Im gone Its gonna get sadder, its gonna get weirder Until Im gone Now I dont know what I want But regardless, thanks a lot For letting me stay on your futon Im gone now, I dont know what I want But regardless, thanks a lot For letting me stay on your futon I put all my books in a box To put them in a concrete cube and Underneath more boxes, hidden behind boxes Ill get in one too
weirder, box, sadder, futon, regardless