Self Storage Locker

I'm gonna put me in a self-storage locker

And wait until I’m needed once again

If that need don’t come before the moth balls get rotten

Well, I guess that’s just the way this story ends

People singing sad songs makes me happy

People singing love songs makes me cry

I won’t hear much in that self-storage locker

So that’s where I’ll be while the world goes by

There's a box full of stinky, moldy pillows

There's a suitcase, a table, and a chair

In between the books and dusty records

If you look for me I reckon I’ll be there

I gonna put me in a self-storage locker

And wait until I’m needed once again

If that need don’t come before the moth balls get rotten

Well, I guess that’s just the way this story ends