put all my books in a boxnput them in a concrete cube andnunderneath more boxes, hidden behind boxesni'll get in one toonni just threw out another giftni know it had a bit of thoughtnbut mary we won't talk soonni have no use for crocs, nownhave no use for giftsnnyou're gonna be pilesni'm gonna be a packratnand that's gonna shitnnit's hard to empty out my drawersnit's hard to empty out my home nowni'm a vacant home fornthe last work of a soulngotta get drunk one last timennit's gonna get saddernit's gonna get weirdern'til i'm gone, 'til i'm gonennit's gonna get saddernit's gonna get weirdernuntil i'm gone nownit's kind of what i wantnbut regardless, thanks a lot fornletting me stay on your futonnnit's gonna get saddernit's gonna get weirdernwhen i'm gone nowni don't know what i wantnbut regardless, thanks a lotnfor letting me stay on the futonnnput all my books in a boxnto put them in a concrete cube andnunderneath more boxes, and hidden behind boxesni'll get in one too.