Boxes inside boxes that you hide away

Pieces little pieces of your soul for sale

I am moving out got a new place

Where I hide pieces inside boxes until one day

You find out who. Who I really am

While we waste time making bigger plans

But all that really comes of it is sacrament

It’s just time wasted time for the hell of it

Getting kinda antsy better talk to you

Working like a dog to buy shit for you

Singing stupid songs to make me feel for you

But I don't feel for you I got all I need right here

You find out who. Who I really am

While we waste time making bigger plans

But all that really comes of it is sacrament

It’s just time wasted time for the hell of it