One lumpy couch, three pans with teflon, all scratched up

I know that freaks you out

Hole in the wall, punched right through to something raw

I think I 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, stuff, stuff)

Used to seem charming, now it's worn out

Things standin' around

It's just stuff (It's just stuff, stuff, 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, stuff, stuff)

Used to seem charming, now it's worn out

Things standin' around

It's just stuff (It's just stuff, stuff, 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, stuff, stuff)

For a self-claimed, anti-consumerist, you sure did leave me

With a lot of it (It's just stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff)

It's just stuff, it's just stuff, it's just stuff