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
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 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