It’s 2 o’clock Tuesday and I’m pretty drunk
and I don’t really give any fuck
I gotta start packing up all of my stuff
Moving a lot tends to get pretty rough
I’m staring at all of the shit left in my trailer
The stuff is all yelling at me, calling me “FAILURE”
Shut up, stuff, I’m about to put you in a box
and bring you to storage with a big master lock
I may never see you things again
so quit being mean, i thought we were friends
I’ve drug you around from place to place
So quit mocking me, stuff, you ain’t got a face
that’s all you are is stuff….
I can replace.
But some of you, I can’t…..
and that makes me sad
cause some of you stuff are things that I’ve had
since the last time I lost everything I owned
like my babies first shoes and my puppies first bone
and clothes and pictures of my babies in frames
My, how life can suddenly change
with no fucking warning, no warning at all
It’s time to start packing, Athena, get on the ball.