C F Put all my books in a boxC Dm To put them in a concrete cube and underneathAm G more boxes and hidden behind boxesF I'll get in one tooC F I just threw out another giftC Dm I know it had a bit of thought butAm G Mary, we won't talk soon, I have no use for crocks nowF I have no use for giftsF There's gonna be piles, I'm gonna be a pack ratC (whatever he yells here, I don't know)C F Start to empty out my drawersC Dm Start to empty out my home nowAm G I'll have a vacant home for the last mark of a soulF Gonna get drunk one last timeF It's gonna get sadder, it's gonna get weirderC E Till I'm gone, till I'm goneF It's gonna get sadder, it's gonna get weirderC E Until I'm gone now, it's kind of what I wantAm G but regardless thanks a lot for letting me stay on your futonF C Repeat chorusC E I'm gone now, I wonder what I want butAm G Regardless thanks a lot for letting me stay on the futonF DmC F I put all my books in a boxC Dm To put them in a concrete cube andAm G Underneath more boxes and hidden behind boxesF I'll get in one tooE|-----------------------------------------|
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