[Chorus]
Some people keep their garbage
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam
Some people need their hearts
Behind an unpicked lock
Behind an unpicked lock
Behind an unpicked
Some people keep their garbage
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam
Some people need their hearts
Behind an unpicked
What's gonna get me through the gates?

[Verse 1]
I see a lot of good people
Looking like they're doing good things
Fear to meet a fortune teller
Think I know what she might say to me
I think I know what she might say to me
Who really knows
But she might
And that's the kinda shit that keeps me up at night
Lets go
[Chorus]
Some people keep their garbage
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam
Some people need their hearts
Behind an unpicked lock
Behind an unpicked lock
Behind an unpicked
Some people keep their garbage
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam box
In a styrofoam
Some people need their hearts
Behind an unpicked
What's gonna get me through the gates?

[Verse 2]
A lot of life stuff is pushing me round right now
No trust in medicine like I did then now
Just like I'm not eating chickens and pigs or cows
A lot of people seem fine
I'm not on that cloud
So I keep my garbage in a styrofoam box
Because who's got the time
For these types of thoughts