C                     F
Put all my books in a box
C                         Dm
To put them in a concrete cube and underneath
     Am                      G
more boxes and hidden behind boxes
            F
I'll get in one too


C                        F
I just threw out another gift
C                      Dm
I know it had a bit of thought but
               Am                           G
Mary, we won't talk soon, I have no use for crocks now
                  F
I have no use for gifts

F
There's gonna be piles, I'm gonna be a pack rat
C
(whatever he yells here, I don't know)


C                     F
Start to empty out my drawers
C                     Dm
Start to empty out my home now
            Am                                G
I'll have a vacant home for the last mark of a soul
                         F
Gonna get drunk one last time

F
It's gonna get sadder, it's gonna get weirder
C              E
Till I'm gone, till I'm gone
F
It's gonna get sadder, it's gonna get weirder
C                                       E
Until I'm gone now, it's kind of what I want
                        Am                      G
but regardless thanks a lot for letting me stay on your futon

F C

Repeat chorus

C                             E
I'm gone now, I wonder what I want but
                    Am                      G
Regardless thanks a lot for letting me stay on the futon

F Dm

C                       F
I put all my books in a box
C                         Dm
To put them in a concrete cube and
                Am                      G
Underneath more boxes and hidden behind boxes
                F
I'll get in one too

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