"Packrat"
The trash can doesn’t exist
The stuff I keep is too much to list
Losing sight of what to hold onto
So I keep everything just in case it could be of use
Packrat attack equals throw nothing away
Keep the things that don’t mean anything to me
I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same
I need this to go, to go away
Collect and connect why I need these things
Make up excuses to further my collections
It’s about time I do something about it
When I do this, there’s a new reason to stay an addict
Put a few more things in the attic
There’s a light on, in my head, nothing’s wrong
When I come around, I don’t belong
Gotta change my ways
Gotta throw out some things
Gotta make room
Gotta hide the news
Gotta not reflect
Gotta just be direct
No more stuck in the house for days
No more since I’ve changed my ways
