November: Things Never Quite Fit Back Into the Box (feat. Jacob Cotner)

Well, I bought a new shelf to display
All the things you meant to me
There's nothing I expected you to say
I just thought it looked so pretty
And I wanted to share it with you, of course

It was the kind you build yourself
From all the pieces tucked away
Foam and boards and bolts and stuff
A puzzle of affection for my display
But you told me to send it back, of course

And I can't take one single hint
But I can take thirty-four
And friendship isn't something
You should ever have to fight for
But I wish you all the best, of course

And I've got no goddamned problem
Sending the box back to from where it came
And it's not your goddamned problem
But I can't pack it back right, can you help me?
Because this fucking shit won't goddamned fit, of course

And we are always
Always free
Yeah, we are always, always
Allowed to give and take what we need
So, I'm not mad at you, no
As soon as I'm packed, I can go
And if you ever need a friend, you can knock on my door

I just don't have the energy
To always give and not receive
But if I'm ever overflowing, I'll throw you a little more
I'll love you a little more
Love you a little more, love you a little more

Well, I'm trying to shove all this stuff
Right back into its box
I'm trying to return to sender now
So that we can mitigate the cost
And so we can recoup the loss, of course

But it's just like that time with the record player
That I bought but couldn't afford
When I tried to box it back to return it
That shit just wouldn't fit anymore
And now it's in the corner of my closet, of course

So, even if you don't want this around
Don't be surprised if I quietly keep it
I don't want this shit anymore myself
But if I can't box it, they can't receive it
Oh, but I promise I won't let you see it, of course

Hey, maybe someday when you get over yourself
You can swing by and take a look
It's my goddamned problem until then
You don't need to give a fuck
But you can if you fucking want to, of course