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 Let's go 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 I'm not on that cloud So I keep my garbage in a styrofoam box Because who's got the time For these types of thoughts