Stuff

One lumpy couch
Three pans with Teflon, all scratched up
I know that freaks you out
Hole in the wall
Punched straight through to something raw
I think I've felt enough
One, new mattress that I bought
Just for myself
Clean sheets and bright spots

It's just stuff (It's just stuff, stuff)
Used to seem charming
Now it's worn out
Things standing around
It's just stuff (It's just stuff, stuff)
It has no meaning anymore
Things to fill the empty space

Half empty bookshelf
With all the non-fiction picked out
No substance left
But I am left with all the novels
That juicy center that I feast on
Late nights when I'm by myself
Clean sheets and bright spots

It's just stuff (It's just stuff, stuff)
Used to seem charming
Now it's worn out
Things standing around
It's just stuff (It's just stuff, stuff)
It has no meaning anymore
Things to fill the empty space

As I move from end to end
In this apartment that I love
There are fewer hot spots
I have to draw my eyes from
Ghosts are gone

New plans
New Sunday morning rituals
New blank page
No one to tell me it'll be okay

It's just stuff (It's just stuff, stuff)
For a self claimed anti-consumerist
You sure didn't leave me
With a lot of it (It's just stuff, stuff)
It's just stuff
It's just stuff
It's just stuff