Stuff

One lumpy couch Three pans with Teflon, all scratched up I know that freaks you out Hole in the wall Punched straight through to something raw I think I've felt enough One, new mattress that I bought Just for myself Clean sheets and bright spots It's just stuff (It's just stuff, stuff) Used to seem charming Now it's worn out Things standing around It's just stuff (It's just stuff, stuff) It has no meaning anymore Things to fill the empty space Half empty bookshelf With all the non-fiction picked out No substance left But I am left with all the novels That juicy center that I feast on Late nights when I'm by myself Clean sheets and bright spots It's just stuff (It's just stuff, stuff) Used to seem charming Now it's worn out Things standing around It's just stuff (It's just stuff, stuff) It has no meaning anymore Things to fill the empty space As I move from end to end In this apartment that I love There are fewer hot spots I have to draw my eyes from Ghosts are gone New plans New Sunday morning rituals New blank page No one to tell me it'll be okay It's just stuff (It's just stuff, stuff) For a self claimed anti-consumerist You sure didn't leave me With a lot of it (It's just stuff, stuff) It's just stuff It's just stuff It's just stuff