Pack These Boxes

Watch this tub water funnel down the drain

And sit here shivering

Guess I’ll pack these boxes again

This cup of tea won’t drink itself

Ain’t doing the trick to soothe me

I don’t wanna know what’s next

I don’t wanna know what’s next

The secret’s out, we’re treading subtext

I walked through the village today

Past the club where I once played chess

Scowling in a storefront doorway

A woman smoked in coatdress

On a card table by the window

A stuffed pony with button eyes

Riding shotgun a cloudy glass ball

Had been set aside

Come in for a reading

I can see that you’ve been lost

You’ve got to be prepared

Get your curse uncrossed

Could she tell that I was bleeding

By my studied blank stare

If she was a real witch

She should know I didn’t care

I don’t wanna know what’s next

I don’t wanna know what’s next

The secret’s out, we’re treading subtext

I went to feed the feral cats

Rearranged these papers

Tossed out a rotting flannel hat

My hand hurts from scrolling

And a freezing wind is rolling

Guess I’ll pack these boxes again

Guess I’ll pack these boxes again