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 crocks, now   have no use for gifts      you're gonna be piles   i'm gonna be a packrat   and that's good shit      start to empty out my drawers   start 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.