Clearing deadweight out of our old place I'll cut you in pieces and wrap you in ribbons for my birthday And i'm deadweight I'm in a bad state I'll lay a new carpet and fix up the faucet and make pancakes It got so late All our boxed mistakes The picture framed hours, the drain in the shower and the tax rate I can't think straight So much dead weight Clearing deadweight out of my suitcase Turn couches to kingdoms of fortified cinnamon pancakes Put up a new face I'll carve my own space.