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.