Clearing dead weight
Out of our old place
I'll cut you in pieces
And wrap you in ribbons for my birthday
And I'm dead weight
I'm in a bad state
I'll lay on your carpet
And fix up the faucet and make pancakes
It got so late
All our box mistakes
Those picture framed hours
The dream in the shower and the tax rate
I can't think straight
So much dead weight
Clearing dead weight
Out of my suitcase
Turn couches to kingdoms
Of fortified cinnamon pie cakes
Put up a new face
I'll carve my own space
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