Sloth Hands - Garage Sale Season Lyrics

I've been frying my brain every day
Now that I'm past elementary
Empty-headed dreams I dream
Every night that they would happen
Oh how your illusions were the
Things I loved the most
It's garage sale season you can smell the dust
And the used smoke that rots on the pavement
There's so much stuff for you to get rid of
You'll probably just find a dumpster
To throw out that perfectly good
Plaid reclining chair

This is not the way you wanted it
Where you can't make up your mind
Everyone's got something to lose and
You just have a little more
And you're willing to just throw it away

Everything you have that's on display is
Another thing that you want to be gone
I'll talk you down from five to four because
I need a shelf for all of my movies cuz
I got nothing better to do with my time
I wish I had tattoos and at least a
Single black denim jacket but
How well would I fill that out you know
My brother's rain jacket from the sixth grade
Hangs in my closet and it fits me pretty well

We all die young, yeah we all die young by our dreams

But isn't it such a great life
Where you can suffer and breathe at the same time
That reclining plaid chair that you sit in
And realized every night
That this was never going to stop
It's probably going to go on for the rest of your life