Brown Boxes

Brown boxes in the living room
My life is in a never-ending state of this old transition
I got 'em piled up high in the corner of the kitchen
And I’m itchin' just to find a little bit of unpacked nutrition
All this crap I’ve accumulated and I’ve waited for a place
That’s big enough to fit it into
Onward, upward, running with a new herd
Too small, U-Haul, gotta get it transferred
Packing and I’m stacking and I’m making all my crap fit
Gotta shove it all into, Brown Boxes
I got 25 lbs of long-grain rice
And some cereal I bought when I was in California
Don’t try to lift that box over there
It’s full of old magazines, I just thought I’d warn ya
Onward, upward, running with a new herd
Too small, U-Haul, gotta get it transferred
Packing and I’m stacking and I’m making all my crap fit
Gotta fit it all into, brown boxes
I got pants I ain’t seen since 6 sizes back
I got piles of unmatched socks, so I just throw 'em on the stack
I got boxes that were not unpacked
Since the last time that I moved, in fact
And they’ll probably never gonna see the light of day
And they’ll probably never gonna see the light of day
Maybe I should just have a garage sale
Maybe I should live a life of simpler existence
But you never know when you’ll need this stuff
So I always take the path of least resistance
Cuz the new place gotta lotta room in the garage
And I sure hate to unpack
I think I might just save some time
And leave all of it stacked
In brown boxes
Brown boxes