Lyrics

Cull the cardboard from the floor I don't love you anymore Lift each penny, the structure Twice a season I try and declutter I sift the sediment from the rocky grave I can't tell you when I stopped feeling the same I mailed the remnants to a friend Wrote a phony name in the return address I don't care anymore Thrift shop, Goodwill store I don't care Or need it anymore Mark the hours by my meals Each decision's got me dragging my heels Speak in only past tense Shoulder to shoulder and shaking our heads I don't care anymore Thrift shop, goodwill store I don't care Or need it anymore [Voicemail: "Hey, um, sorry if you're sleeping... I have some good news for you, so. Um, I'm gonna go to sleep now, but, um, I was hoping to hear your voice. Thinking of you. Have a good night."]