The Trash The Trash The Trash

Worried about the rodents and maggots in the trash
So I won’t empty the trash.
So I won’t empty the trash.

Worried about the moldy dishes
And spiders in the drain
So I won’t do no dishes today
And I won’t eat no dinner today
And I won’t write no letters today.

Freaked out by the roaches
And I don’t like to spray them
‘Cause I don’t like to spray them
I just stay out of the kitchen.

It’s not bad.
It’s not like somebody died.
In five years, it’ll be out of your mind
But I can’t seem to feel alive today.

You’re standing on the side of the road.
I’m circlin’ the block.
Killin’ time.

I feel like I’m lost and alone.
Circlin’ the block kills time.
I won’t empty the trash, the trash, the trash.

It’s not bad.
It’s not like somebody died.
We’re all sad but we’re probably fine
Even if we just don’t feel alright today.

You’re standing on the side of the road.
I’m circlin’ the block.
Killin’ time.

You’re waiting and I turned off my phone.
Circlin’ the block kills time.
I won’t empty the trash, the trash, the trash.