Bomb The Music Industry! - Saddr Weirdr lyrics

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 sh** 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