Wardrobe

I found the pack of cigarettes that you were always quitting
 You always leave a mess purging your pockets in the laundry
 All your clothes were donated because none of them fit me
 My legs are too long
 The thrift store is so cold and the service is lousy
 I want to punch the clerk's lights out as he accepts the shirt
 That was a present and the first time that I ever spent money
 I was two or three counting on my fingers
 I should've bought you a drink
 The events move faster than I can show my anger
 I want to practice my contempt to not be pushed over
 I tell your story like a thrifty book
 With the previous owner who highlighted
 the parts they liked the most