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Track from the album "Music From Your Disappointing Future". You can download this track and the entire album for free here: http://www.purevolume.com/UncleTairy/...


LYRICS:

I've got some boxes I need to put up on the shelf
And if not, I fear the worst for my mental health
See, the fact is no one ever really knew me
Enough to dig under my skin, into the bloodstream
Maybe then they'd understand what keeps me doing these things
I'm ruining things by my condition it seems
Any time I renovate the space in my house
Toes break against a box mistook for a mouth
If I lock my doors will acquaintances understand
That my friends are just boxes in thick skin?
I'm on a mission to peel collagen back
And rearrange that stack of documents on the rack
There's numerous factors in every last chapter
Of an unread novel narrating disaster
Introduction, page number one
The author hates life and stares into a gun
(blast)
And as the mass holds onto the past
He can't make mistakes since he's under the grass
We're all gonna pass, you shouldn't cry for the dead
You should try to view your head while claiming existence

No...they...don't. They don't all look the same
Each of them has a name, but I don't care to explain
There's a little brown box dating back to the eighth grade
A smaller tan one from sixth, I couldn't behave
They get a bit darker and more distinguished
When I dropped French class in favor of Olde English
Jesus...this basement needs a clean up
But I'll leave these converted trees to collect dust
While my leg cartilage collects rust
I could take a new step by finding an old crutch
But they're found under the arms of a genius
And those Mensa fees'll max my Visas
So I guess I'm stuck with a pen and a pad
Pushing a clear box labeled "The life that you had"
There's no need to be sad for me, 'cus I'm not sad for you
This is a moving process we all live through
But I'm moving boxes under the rain
While you watch from your guest house and mock my ways
You can relax your feet to relieve the pain
But I've got an empty box with a place for your name