What She Might Say to Me

Some people keep their garbage In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam
Some people need their hearts Behind an unpicked lock
Behind an unpicked lock
Behind an unpicked

Some people keep their garbage in a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam
Some people need their hearts
Behind an unpicked-

What's gonna get me through the gates?

I see a lot of good people Looking like their doing good things
Fear to meet a fortune teller Think i know what she might say to me
I think i know what she might say to me
Who really knows
But she might
And that's the kinda shit that keeps me up at night

Some people keep their garbage In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam
Some people need their hearts behind an unpicked lock
Behind an unpicked lock
Behind an unpicked

Some people keep their garbage in a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam
Some people need their hearts
Behind an unpicked-

What's gonna get me through the gates?

A lot of life stuff is pushing me round right now
No trust in medicine like i did then now
Just like I'm not eating chickens and pigs or cows
A lot of people seem fine
Im not on that cloud
So I keep my garbage in a styrofoam box
Because who's got the time
For these types of thoughts



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Writer(s): Fletcher Shears
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