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
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
I have no use for gifts
There s gonna be piles, I m gonna be a pack rat
(whatever he yells here, I don t know)
Start to empty out my drawers
Start to empty out my home now
I ll have a vacant home for the last mark of a soul
Gonna get drunk one last time
It s gonna get sadder, it s gonna get weirder
Till I m gone, till 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
Repeat chorus
I m gone now, I wonder what I want but
Regardless thanks a lot for letting me stay on the 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
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In the pink couch video (www.ifyoumakeit.com) during the long F part in the chorus he
of climbs up the frets to C, going from F to G to Am and then the C. It sounds pretty
try it out.
