Saddr Weirdr

I put all my books in a box

To 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

I have no use for gifts

They're gonna be piled

I'm gonna be a pack rat

That's gonna s**t

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 spark of a soul

Gonna get drunk one last time

It's gonna get sadder it's gonna get weirder

Until I'm gone until 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

Until I'm gone until 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

I'm gone now I don't 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 and hidden behind boxes

I'll get in one too